Patrick Park - Thunderbolt

^DShe’s a thun^Bmderbolt. With guns &a^Gmp; fire, Two arms full of ^Dholes, And nothing to ^Ahold. ^{G D D}She’s a restle^Bmss sort With secrets that ^Gwait On corners in the ^Ddark, To pinch with a ^Apain, To sting and to ^Gsmart ^D

^DGod^A knows^G that it gets ^Bmso hard G F#/G Em A To keep out the cold,

When you’re^G living in ^Da house full^A of hole^Ds.

^DHe’s just a clo^Bmse call Who always acts ^Gtough, But goes way too f^Dar, Or not far ^Aenough. Not far ^Genough ^D But some^Dday when it gets^Bm hard, Hard just to ^Gbreathe, She’ll rest a^Dssured that He’ll take th^Ae heat ^{G D}

^GGod ^Dknows it gets so^F#7 hard To keep out the ^Bmcold, ^{A G} When you’re living in a^D house full ^Aof holes. ^G

^DShe’s a thun^Bmderbolt. With guns &am^Gp; fire, Two arms full of h^Doles, And nothing to ^Ahold. ^G Nothing to h^Dold.