^EAlways in the bad books, ^AIt's not how it looks, born to be a pawn, e^End up being rooks, We weren't given we just t^Aook Good people can end up being crooks ^EWooooah ooh! Woo^C#moah oh! I danced the h^Eeel off my black boots The f^C#meather out my hat ^ELooked the devil in the eye ^C#msaid there's no turning back... ^EEternal torture, I quite fancy some of th^Aat... Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that...

I danced the heel off my black boots The feather out my hat Looked the devil in the eye Said there's no turning back no...

^ESour little sweetie, so much s^C#mweeter than the rest. ^ELike my father pissed, my ^Bhairs always a mess.

^ESo, darling , swe^Betheart, don't st^Aress. A(one strum) My heads a mess and don't you know...

Never into good looks I know the mighty river, started with a Babylon I stomp my foot, the whole world shook, firmly with knowledge that this is not a fluke, oh no! I danced the heel of my black boot, the feather off my hat And looked the devil in the eye and said, there’s no turning back no Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest, Like my father figured my hairs always a mess Darling, sweet heart don’t stress My heads a mess and don’t you know!

And so before you have to g^Eo ^B ^C#m ^A Can you tell me yes or no^E? ^B ^C#m ^A ^EWhere did all the love g^Bo? ^AWhere did all the love g^Eo?

Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest, Like my father said my hairs always a mess Darling, sweetheart don’t stress My heads a mess and don’t you know!

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