| G | |
| She | clings to me like cellophane |
| D | |
| Fake plastic submarine |
| A | |
| Slowly driving me insane |
| C | |
| But | now that's over |
| G | |
| So what if the sex was great |
| D | |
| Just a temporary escape |
| E | |
| Another thing I grew to hate |
| C | |
| But | now that's over |
| Chorus: |
| C | D | |
| Whyyyyy | , |
| E | C | |
| why you always | kick me when I'm |
| C | D | |
| high |
| E | C | |
| Knock me down till | we see eye to |
| C | D | |
| eye |
| E | C | |
| Figured her | out I know she |
| A | C | |
| May not be Miss | Right but |
| G | |
| she'll do right | now |
| D | E | C |
| and so on.... |
| Verse 2 (same as Verse1) |
| I used to hang on every word |
| Each lie was more absurd |
| Kept me so insecure |
| But now that's over |
| She taught me how to trust |
| And to believe in us |
| And then she taught me how to cuss ... that bitch! |
| It's over |
| Than: |
| A | C | |
| You know I used to be | such a nice boy |
| And go on with the Chorus |
| Have fun, |
| Sid |