My My Seven Mary Three VERSE 1: My, my, [G]stomach hurts a[A]gain, tonight she [B]says, cr[A]ashes on her [G]floor That?s what she [A]can?t untie, [B]ties it to a door[A] CHORUS: And if [G]mercy was a [A]cattle call, she[B] didn't hear, A G A B~ She did not want to play the role of a fool again, won?t be fooled again [G]Indifference [A]as my witness,[B] and I?d [A]think she?d take me [G]back, A B~ She tears down my front door just to see my photograph VERSE 2: My, my, [G]head is getting [A]s (azchords.com)