| Dm | A7 | |
| So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo | u a liar, |
| Bbsus2 | C5 | |
| And we'll throw stone | s until we're dead. |
| Dm | |
| There you go again, you cut me off from talking |
| You bask in the glory, the center of the circle. |
| All our friends think you are a comedian -- |
| so kind and generous, but I am suffering |
| Bbsus2 | Csus | Bbsus2 | Csus2 | |
| Away from he | re, I want to be away from | here, |
| Bbsus2 | Gm9 | |
| Away from ev | ery little thing. |
| F | |
| Every little thing. |
| Gm9 | Am | |
| I | used to love your every litt | le thing. |
| Dm | A7 | |
| So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo | u a liar, |
| Bbsus2 | C5 | |
| And we'll throw stone | s until we're dead. |
| Dm | |
| You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet, |
| You manipulate me with guilt-ridden Catholic shit. |
| Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around |
| And make us out to be David and Goliath. |
| Bbsus2 | Csus | Bbsus2 | Csus2 | |
| Away from he | re, I want to be away from | here, |
| Bbsus2 | Gm9 | |
| Away from ev | ery little thing. |
| F | |
| Every little thing. |
| Gm9 | Am | |
| I | used to love your every litt | le thing. |
| F | Gm9 | F | |
| Your arm | s beneath me, your light inside me |
| Gm9 | F | |
| I | used to love your every little, every little | thing. |
| Gm9 | F | |
| Your eyes | blue stars, your hand in | my purse, |
| Gm9 | Am | |
| Now I hate | your every l | ittle thing. |
| Dm | C9 | Am | Dm | |
| Oh | mama I did | n't know life was this hard. |
| Dm | C9 | Am | Dm | |
| Oh | mama my innoce | nce has been tarred |
| Bbsus2 | F5/C | |
| My inn | er vision dulled and dark | ened |
| Bbsus2 | F | |
| I g | ave myself away to you, |
| Bbsus2 | F5/C | Bbsus2 | F5/C | |
| I | felt my sorrow humble me a | nd throw my crown | upon the ground |
| Bbsus2 | |
| It was you | I hoped for and |
| F5/C | |
| us I prayed for and |
| Bbsus2 | F5/C | |
| me that I believed was w | rong |
| Bbsus2 | F5/C | Bbsus2 | |
| But now | my anger is my best f | riend and careful, |
| F5/C | Dsus2 | |
| I may bite your h | ead off. |
| A7 | Bbsus2 | Csus |
| Dm11 | A7 | |
| So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo | u a liar, |
| Bbsus2 | Csus | |
| And we'll throw stone | s until we're dead. |
| Dm11 | A7 | |
| So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call | you motherfucker |
| Bbsus2 | Csus | |
| And we'l | l throw ston | es until we're dead. |