• Song:

    Sour Little Sweetie

  • Artist:

    The View

EAlways (022100@1)in the bad books, 
AIt's (x02220@1)not how it looks, 
                    Eborn (022100@1)to be a pawn, end up being rooks,
                          A (x02220@1)We weren't given we just took
Good people can end up being crooks
E (022100@1)                  C#mWooooah (x13321@4)ooh!      Woooah oh!
              EI (022100@1)danced the heel off my black boots
     C#mThe (x13321@4)feather out my hat
ELooked (022100@1)the devil in the eye
C#msaid (x13321@4)there's no turning back...
E (022100@1)                                      AEternal (x02220@1)torture, I quite fancy some of that...
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that...

I danced the heel off my black boots
The feather out my hat
Looked the devil in the eye
Said there's no turning back no...
E (022100@1)                           C#mSour (x13321@4)little sweetie, so much sweeter than the rest.
E (022100@1)                       BLike (x2444x@1)my father pissed, my hairs always a mess.

E (022100@1)              B (x2444x@1)              ASo, (x02220@1)darling , sweetheart, don't stress.
A(one strum)
My heads a mess and don't you know...

Never into good looks
I know the mighty river, started with a Babylon
I stomp my foot, the whole world shook, 
firmly with knowledge that this is not a fluke, oh no!

I danced the heel of my black boot, the feather off my hat
And looked the devil in the eye and said, there's no turning back no

Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest,
Like my father figured my hairs always a mess 
Darling, sweet heart don't stress
My heads a mess and don't you know!
                           E (022100@1)name="chord_x2444x@1">B C#m (x13321@4)AAnd (x02220@1)so before you have to go
                         E (022100@1)B (x2444x@1)name="chord_x13321@4">C#m ACan (x02220@1)you tell me yes or no?
E (022100@1)                     BWhere (x2444x@1)did all the love go?
A (x02220@1)                     EWhere (022100@1)did all the love go?

Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest,
Like my father said my hairs always a mess 
Darling, sweetheart don't stress
My heads a mess and don't you know!
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