Blue Black

Tom: D
     
     Eat your words, eat your heart out
     Eat your words, eat your heart out
 
  D                        D4 D                  D4
     There's not much left,       just my red dress
  Bm                   Em         A
     just this feeling    that I got
  D                      D4 D                          D4
     You made me a victim       in your Christmas kitchen
  Bm                Em            A
     it's my memory    it's your loss
     
 
  D              F#m              G
     Bleu black,    maybe you got something
               A           D
     but the flowers grew back
 
 
     And was it familiar when you toched my sister
     God, I don't think there's a word for that
     
     Blue black, maybe you got something
     but the flowers grew black
     
     I gave it away, whore for a day
     It's so ugly, I'm still breathing
     But you never got my virgin heart
     It stayed locked up, it's still beating
     
     Blue black, maybe you got something
     but the flowers grew black
     
  D                 D4 D               D4
     Eat your words,       eat your hat
  D                 D4 D                   D4
     Eat your words,       eat your heart out
     
     I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
     You never had a clue, you can't take it with you
     I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
     You never had a clue, you can't take it with you.