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Eb
The bitch went nuts
Ab
She stabbed my basketball
Cm Bb
And the speakers to my ste-re-o
She called me
But nothing prepared me for
What I found when I came home
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Ab
Oh and I
Make my own bed
Cm
I lie in it
Bb
You lie in yours (you lie, you lie in yours)
But they want more
They're at my door
With torches
Please leave me alone
You know just shut it just shut it just shut it
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The bitch went nuts
She photoshopped my face (shopped his face)
On to every boy who'd done her wrong
Then she burned them telepathically
Onto the brains of all her embittered drones
Oh now
Now they want more
They're at my door
With torches, scores and scores and scores
To settle with themselves
Who would have thought
I'd scorned them all
They've got a doll of me
They're burning, they're burning, they're burnin
Their own memories
Why don't they all go? (Go!)
The bitch went nuts y'all
But everyone said she might
Oh, holy in' shit
Seriously now
Now they want more
they're at my door
with torches, scores and scores
You would have thought
I'd scorned them all
They've got a doll of me
They're burnin'
Why don't they all go? (Go!)
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