F Bb
F C Gm
Oh I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man
Bb F Gm
I mean like a goddamn marching band
Eb Bb Dm Gm
She says, "Like, literally" music is the air she breathes
C Gm Dm
And the malaprops make me wanna fucking scream
C Gm Dm
I wonder if she even knows what that word means
A Dm
Well it's literally not that
F Bb
Oooh, ooooh
F Bb Dm Gm
Of the few main things I hate about her one's her petty vogue ideals
Am Gm Bb Gm
Someone's been told too many times they're beyond their years
Eb Bb F Gm
By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around
C Dm
And now every insufferable convo
C Dm
Features her patiently explaining the cosmos
Bb Dm
Of which she is in the middle
Bb Dm Gm
Oh my god, I swear this never happens
Bb Dm Gm
Lately I can't stop the wheels from spinning
Bb F Gm
I feel so unconvincing
Bb F Gm C
When I fumble with your buttons
F
Oooh
F Bb F Bb F Gm
She blames her excess on my influence but gladly hoovers all my drugs
Bb F Gm
I found her naked with her best friend in the tub
Eb Bb Gm
We sang silent night in three parts, which was fun
C Dm
Til she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughn
C Gm Dm
I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on
A Dm
Why don't you move to the delta
Bb Gm Dm A Bb
I obliged later on when you begged me to choke you
