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| | E |
| | One hundred and one point one farenheit |
| | C |
| To | some it's a fever to her it's just right |
| | G | E |
| | I can't hold her and it's bringing me | down |
| Her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold |
| | C |
| She's a | devil with an angels face I've been told |
| I think I'll push my luck next time around |
| | D | E |
| | I'd walk through fire for you I'd | burn in hell and make it all true |
| | C | D | G | F# | E |
| But I | don't like anyone | else in this | world | but | you |
| | C | D |
| There's a | thousand reasons why I'd try to | prove to you I'm not the other |
| | C | D | B |
| guy | I don't give a | damn what other people | think |
| Solo: over E C /G E /E C /G E / |
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B----------------------------------------------------------3-2-0-2-12
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D-14--14--14--14--14--14--14--14--10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10------------
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| | F# | E |
| | A f | lair for the strange and a temper like a whip |
| | C |
| A | soft hand clutches a riding crop grip |
| | D | G | F# | E |
| | Smell of latex rubber drives | me | in | sane |
| Well beat up once and send him on his way |