VERSE

Come on i^Cn, sweetie-p^Emie! Have an ap^C7ple, have some ly^E7e... Leave your fr^Fiends, righteous and ^Gpathetic, standing at the d^Coor. ^G On the bo^Coks, all you^Emr bets favor h^C7ead-bands and cas^E7settes, cigarette^Fs, suffragett^Ges, and bor^Ces. ^G

CHORUS PART 1

What to ^Cdo' ^C7 ^FSweetheart, you'll ^Fmfind m^Dmediocre people do exceptional things all the ^Gtime. Oh, the r^Cuin will d^C7o in your t^Falented m^Fmind... ^Dmcould've been a genius if you'd ^Ghad an axe to ^G7grind.

CHORUS PART 2

What to ^Cdooooo^Emooooooo^Amooooo o^Fh What to ^Cdoooooo^E7oooooooo^Amoooooo o^Fh

VERSE 2 When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much less pretty but the mirror's never failed you like this before. So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls and if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more. (and more and more and more...) CHORUS VERSE 3 When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear that compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose. It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of Amsterdam (Pamplona, too), but the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their lows. Now nobody knows then chorus until the end.

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