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[C]Her eyes and [C]words are so icy Oh, but [Am]she burns [F]Like rum [C]on a fire
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[Pre-Chorus 1] [F]It looks [Am]ugly, [F]but [Am]it's clean,[F]Oh [Am]momma, [Dm7]don't fuss [C]over me
[Chorus]The [C]way she [Am]tells me I'm hers [C]and she is mine [C]Open hand [Am]or closed fist [C]would be fine [F]The blood is [Dm7]rare and sweet as [C]cherry wine
[Verse 2] [C]Calls of guilty [C]thrown at me [C]All while [Am]she stains [F]The sheets [C]of some other
[C]Thrown at me [C]so powerfully [C]Just like she[Am]throws [F]with the arm [C]of her brother