D
Eat your words, eat your heart out
Eat your words, eat your heart out
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
There's not much left, just my red dress
D Dsus4 D Em A
just this feeling that I got
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen
D Dsus4 D Em A
it's my memory it's your loss
D Dsus4 D Dsus4 D F#m G
Bleu black, maybe you got something
A D
but the flowers grew back
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
And was it familiar when you touched my sister
D Dsus4 D Em A
God, I don't think there's a word for that
D Dsus4 D Dsus4 D F#m G
Bleu black, maybe you got something
A D
but the flowers grew black
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
I gave it away, whore for a day
D Dsus4 D Em A
It's so ugly, I'm still breathing
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
But you never got my virgin heart
D Dsus4 D Em A
It stayed locked up, it's still beating
D Dsus4 D Dsus4 D F#m G
Bleu black, maybe you got something
A D
but the flowers grew black
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
Eat your words, eat your hat
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
Eat your words, eat your heart out
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
D Dsus4 D Em A
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
D Dsus4 D Em A
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you.
