Текст песни с аккордами
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[Verse 1]
Db Gb
You showed up to my mama's house drunk on a Sunday
Db Eb
We went to church and you pulled through with a Mickey and a dime bag
Ebm Ab
You tried hitting on my father (That ain’t right)
Ebm Ab
You drink wine from the bottle (No that ain't right)
[Verse 2]
Db
You showed up late to my grandma's wake higher than a satellite
Sent all the children crying to their moms
Said "Kids we’re all gonna die"
[Chorus]
Ebm Ab
You like stepping on my problems (That shit hurt)
Ebm Ab
With your Red Bottom shoes (That shit hurt)
Eb
Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you
[Verse 3]
Db Gb
You got opinions through the roof, blame it on your generation
Db Eb
You hate the Beatles just because you think they’re overrated
[Chorus]
Ebm Ab
You’ll never meet the queen(That’s for sure)
Ebm Ab
But you’ll still make the news(That's for sure)
Eb
Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you
[Chorus]
Ebm Ab
I guess the devil wears Prada (Gucci too)
Ebm Ab
And she kills for the drama (Yeah she do)
Eb
Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you
[Chorus]
Ebm Ab
I know you’ll never be proper
Ebm Ab
So why bother tryna change your view
Eb
Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you
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