Hard Skin - Shes a right sort

^GWhen I saw her standing there – ^Dfever cut hair ^EShe gave me a wink, ^Call I did was stare ^GShe offered me a lager – ^Dhow could I say no? ^EWe went to the bogs and ^CI gave it a go ^GShe thought I was playing –^D this ain’t no game ^BLike all the others, ^Cshe weren’t the same ^GWe went to the chippy ^Dto get some food ^EShe liked battered sausage, ^Cshe battered mine too

(She’s a right) ^Gsort ^DOh Oh ^E Oh ^C (She’s a right) ^Gsort ^DOh Oh ^E Oh ^C

^GThe good times were here, ^Dme bird with a beer ^EPassing out the fags, ^Cshe showed no fear ^GShe knocked up a fry-up ^Dand served it in bed ^EBeans on toast, ^Cmother’s pride bread ^GThe lads gave the thumbs up, ^Dshe said was great ^BMore than just a bird,^C a real good mate ^GI thought we’d be laughing ^Dall the fucking time ^EThen she slung her hook, and ^Cshe said I should sling mine

(She’s a right) ^Gsort ^DOh Oh ^E Oh ^C yeah (She’s a right) ^Gsort ^DOh Oh ^E Oh ^C

^EI don’t understa^Cnd it – t^Ehere’s no exp^Dlanation ^EWhat the fucking ^Chell is going^D on? ^{D D D}

(She’s a right) ^Gsort ^{D E C G D E C} (She’s a right) ^Gsort ^{D E C G D E} Fuck in^C hell

(She’s a right) ^Gsort ^DOh Oh ^E Oh ^C (She’s a right) ^Gsort ^DOh Oh ^E Oh ^C (She’s a right) ^Gsort ^DOh Oh ^E Oh ^C (She’s a right) ^Gfucking ^Dsort ^{E D D D}