A
  You go squeeze in your dress and go strap on your boots
  I'm gonna sharpen my nails and primp up real cute
  I'm gonna smoke up a storm and step into the night
  I'm getting ready to burn I'm getting ready to fly

         D
  I said hey are you shhoting to kill
         D
         Hey would I tell you a lie

           A
  We'll be slamming tequilas and popping hydrogen
  And lose the coils and the kinks that are wrecking my life

  H         C              D
  Give me a drink don't be talking so much
           A
  You're a pain in the butt
  H         C              D
  How can I think when you puke up your guts
          A
  I'll be juiced on this stuff

           E     F#  C#
  We'll be wired all night
             F#   E  H
  We hit the hiiiigh life
           E     F#  C#
  We'll be wired all night
             F#   E  H
  We hit the hiiiigh life