Capo 4

Intro: A (one strum )

                            A5                      F#5
Never thought that I could feel such a slap in the face
                        A5                       F#5
Since my semester in New York where I drank it away
                        A5                  F#5
Social strategies are taught to Bohemian crowds
                        A5                    F#5
And my love was like a food stamp handing it out

               A5
Oh, though I fell in love with you, all fey and grizzled and mature
              F#5
You left me naked, pining, whining on your bathroom floor
                   A5
If it makes you jealous, tell us just which boy we should adore
                  F#5
Only talk about myself, so I don't mind that he's a bore

                A5                  F#5                   D5  E5
He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do
               A5                 F#5                  D5
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do
       E5        A5
He'll have to do

    A5                          F#5
Mountain man, brag about your band to me
            A5                                F#5
You got me hot with all those snide remarks about my poetry
          A5                     F#5
But he gobbles up every single line about the stars
              A5                            F#5
And how they scar my slightly chubby arms like brightly lit cigars

    A5         F#5                                 A5
So now he's next to me but I can feel you in my heart
                     F#5
You're everything, you're everything he'll never be
        A5                F#5          D5                    E5
It's misery and more specifically, I miss that day you spit on me

                A5                  F#5                   D5  E5
He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do
               A5                 F#5                  D5
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do
       E5        A5
He'll have to do

               A5                  F#5                   D5  E5
He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do
               A5                 F#5                  D5
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do
       E5        A5
He'll have to do

A5                            F#5
He's got no inkling of your status or mind
A5                          F#5
He's just the glue that I splatter to bind
A5                F#5
You and I like Siamese twins
A5            F#5            D5
So let this sick sad game begin

A5                F#5                                  A5
Now you're here again and he will wonder where I've been
                              F#5
I'm giving in but in my own opinion, it's how to be
              A5
Though I can hear him singing
 D5                 E5               D5
All this envy's killing me, it's killing me

               A5                  F#5                   D5  E5
He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do
               A5                 F#5                  D5
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do
       E5        A5
He'll have to do

(Through this next chorus a second voice sings "and every time I see your face I die
inside" extended through each line, listen to the song to hear how this goes)
               A5                  F#5                   D5  E5
He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do
               A5                 F#5                  D5
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do
       E5        A5
He'll have to do


F#5 A5 E5 (end on E5 )