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C5 G5 C5 C5 G5 C5 x2 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo
C5One time, two time, G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 C5Givin' me a slow one, C5Flippin' lovers hands, G5With a trigger of a handgC5un G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 C5Three time, four time, G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 C5Throw me on a big bed, COpen up yer mouth, I'll put a G5bullet in yer dumb hC5eadG5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
(Oh) Riff e -------------------------------------------8--| B -------6-6h7p6-----------------6-6h7p6--------| G -5--7----------7--5------5--7----------7------| D ----------------------------------------------| A ----------------------------------------------| E ----------------------------------------------|
C5Blip blip she shifts, G5Smells of a little hot C5sunG5, C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 C5I know she can dance, G5But she really is a fat C5oneG5, C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 C5Well I must admit I was a little scared, G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 C5When she got undressed, C5And it was bang bang bang, G5But she wasn't impressed
F5And it's all G5sick n gentle, F5It's all C5fuckin' mental, F5It's all G5over before it F5begins C5 F5And it's all G5worse than dying, F5It's all C5terrifing F5It's all G5little pistols and F5pimps C5
(Play riff over this) Lying on this big girls floor, Tell me something, Tell me more, Pistols on her swollen bed, Pointing at my aching head C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 There was a singer in the windows, And A humming in my poor head, C5 G5 C5
C5SheG5 waC5s smoking in the corner, And said I hope you, don't you feel dead C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5
Well I must admit I was a little scared When she got undressed, C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 C5
It was C5bang bang bang, G5but she wasn't impC5resG5sedC5 G5 C5 G5 C5 F5And it's all G5sick n gentle, F5It's all C5fuckin' mental, F5It's all G5over before it F5begins C5 F5And it's all G5worse than dying, F5It's all C5terrifing F5It's all G5little pistols and F5pimps C5
(Play riff over this) Lying on this big girls floor, Tell me something, Tell me more, Pistols on her swollen bed, Pointing at my aching head (Play riff over this) Chase me half way down the street, Shootin' at my aching feet, Got no I.D, Got no clothes, Am I dead? Christ only knows