The Wytches - Her parents

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[Intro]
Am Am Am Am
 
[Verse]
Am G F CIn her sunshine blouse
Am G F CShe prefers to keep the desperate men out
Am F C GIf I stay far away and then she'll feel okay
F G Am Am Am Am'Cause the smile on her face is poison
 
[Verse]
Am G F CIn her rotary chair
Am G F CShe's spinning too fast and it spits out her hair
Am F C GAnd she's well-known for a tendency’s grown
F G Am Am Am AmAs the number on the scales shiver
 
[Chorus]
Dm DmAnd we fight like the crows Shoulders, elbows
C CAll covered in blood from the farm girl's last purge
Dm DmBetween selling me your lover passing
C EWell I fell with no pain but it hurts just the same
 
[Verse]
Am G F CAnnabelle’s in the rain
Am G F CReading those dreams for the number or names
Am F C GWell she comes across like an animal lost
F G Am Am Am AmBut her cage is the cleanest around
 
[Verse]
Am G F CAnd her parents hold her down in the night
Am G F CBefore closing her eyes she said, “Everything’s fine”
Am F C GWhen she next arrives with a conscience divine
F G Am AmAnd a smile on her face, artificial
F G Am Am Am AmYes the smile on your face, artificial
 
[Chorus]
Dm DmWell I said to her parents running family since birth
C GAnd I feel like I worm buried body in dirt
Dm DmOn my birthday I scream “Every day’s a bad dream
C E AmOr a story to sell but stop reading me Annabelle"
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