Catie Turner - Pity

^F I’ll get back in the kit^Cchen. I’ll wear my ^Fhair up for you real, real^C nice My neck ^Fwill be adorned with pearls I’ll put r^Couge on my cheeks like a pretty girl As I bri^Fng you whiskey on ic^Ce ^FI’ll do all these thi^Cngs But o^Fne thing will always stay tr^Cue ^Dm Your shitty attitud^Em7e Will n^Dmever convince a w^Emoman to ^Dmlay with you^C

^N.C.So get re^Fal with yourself You’re ^Cnot the heartbreaker You thou^Fght you were destined to ^Cbe Put your feet d^Fown, from my t^Cable It’s called c^Fommon court^Cesy (I^N.C doubt you heard of it) Don’t test my ^Flimits Or my genero^Dmsity Don’t stroke my ^Em7face or these ^Dmfeminine hands will c^Cause your fingers to bleed Your mascu^Flinity is so fra^Emgile I could b^Freak you with a tap The on^Fly time ill get o^Em7n my knees for you is to s^Fweep up your fragments like g^Class

It’s a p^Fity your mother has to ^Em7see you like this And it’s a p^Fity any form of crit^Em7icism gets you pissed It’s a pi^Fty you have an insu^Em7fferable god complex It’s a p^Fity It’s a pi^Dmty It’s a pi^Fty your mother has to s^Em7ee you like this And it’s a p^Fity any form of crit^Em7icism gets you pissed It’s a pi^Fty you have an ins^Em7ufferable god complex It’s a p^Fity It’s a pi^Dmty

^N.C.So get re^Fal with yourself You’re ^Cnot the heartbreaker You thou^Fght you were destined to ^Cbe Put your f^Feet down, from my ta^Cble It’s called ^Fcommon court^Cesy (I^N.C. doubt you heard of it) Don’t test my ^Flimits Or my genero^Dmsity Don’t stroke my f^Em7ace or these fem^Dminine hands will ca^Cuse your fingers to bleed Your mascu^Flinity is so frag^Emile I could b^Freak you with a tap The only t^Fime ill get o^Em7n my knees for you is to sw^Feep up your fragments like ^Cglass

^F I’ll get back in the kitche^Cn I’ll wear my ^Fhair up for myself real n^Cice My n^Feck will be adorned with pearls I’ll put rou^Cge on my cheeks like a pretty girl As I p^Four myself a whiskey on ^Cice