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Capo: 3 Tuning: E A D G B E
Capo 3 Em G A C
EmDadAdyC bDought you like a toy Mama taught you to be coy
Make your bed down in the dirt Bow your head, lift your skirt From your lips to my ears All down through your tender ears A poor little rich girl, junk food heiress Born in fort worth, raised in Paris
EmWelBl,Em listen honey, screwed the money, I want you
Em G A C
EmSomAetChiDng changed you, laid you low Dulled your senses, made you slow
Wrote your name down in the book Stacked the claim on how do you look I can't blame you if you think that Tie you to the kitchen sink Drain your pockets, drink your blood Drag you through the muck and mud
EmMusBt Embe said, you made your bed but I want you DItEm's the way your hair falls in your face DAnEmd the way you move from place to place GIt's the way you wear your curse AAs if there could be something worse than CTrapped inside a glass house dying AWaiting for the bricks to fly
Oh my, my, my Em G A C
EmSo AheC lDeft you with no God Trapped behind that cracked facade
Half a woman half a heart Not too dumb, not too smart All at once something clicks Hits you like a ton of bricks And circumstances bent to break you Why, oh why would God forsake you?
EmVisB-aEm-vis, him or me, I want you
Wer're a long shot pair but I don't care, I want you