Less Cute

Intro: A (one strum)

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

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

                A                  
He's a like a less cute version of 
F#m                   D  E
you but he'll have to do
               A                 
He's like a Wal-Mart version of 
F#m                  D
you but he'll have to do
       E        A
He'll have to do

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

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

                A                  
He's a like a less cute version of 
F#m                   D  E
you but he'll have to do
               A                 
He's like a Wal-Mart version of 
F#m                  D
you but he'll have to do
       E        A
He'll have to do

               A                  
He's a like a less cute version of
F#m                   D  E
 you but he'll have to do
               A                 
He's like a Wal-Mart version of 
F#m                  D
you but he'll have to do
       E        A
He'll have to do

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

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

               A                  
He's a like a less cute version of
F#m                   D  E
 you but he'll have to do
               A                 
He's like a Wal-Mart version of 
F#m                  D
you but he'll have to do
       E        A
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)
               A                  
He's a like a less cute version of
F#m                   D  E
 you but he'll have to do
               A                 
He's like a Wal-Mart version of 
F#m                  D
you but he'll have to do
       E        A
He'll have to do