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Buttercup
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Tabbed by | Jessica |
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Tuning | Standard |
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Capo | None |
There are a couple unusual chords:
D* - x54030
E* - x76057
Use a travis picking pattern throughout
VERSE:
D*
Gee your mom looked
C Cmaj7
Like shit last night
D*
Hope that Tinkertoy
C Cmaj7
Boyfriend tonks her right
D*
Then again I could never tell
C Cmaj7
A fist fight from fun
G - G/B - Em
Maybe I've never really known anyone
D* C Cmaj7
Just sat still and spit in the fire
D*
I thought I might strangle you
C Cmaj
But I couldn't find a wire
D*
You've never been the type
C Cmaj7
To make your heart clear
G - G/B - Em
Lest someone overhear
CHORUS
D - A - G
Words dro-own
D - A - F - G - D
in your martini glass
D F
Entire sentences
C - D* - E*
slowly drunken up
G
But before they slipped away I swore I
A
could've heard them say
D A G
You wanted me to be your buttercup
D A G
Say you need me to be your buttercup
VERSE:
The party reached a feverish pitch
Good time soldiers
Drunk and in a ditch
Infidelity a bomb that went off
That left the world
To swerve and cough
Stepped over bodies
Strewn like shipwrecks
Love's last call
Warning puke reflex
Faith is for that frozen few
That never met
Someone quite like you
CHORUS:
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunken up
But before they slipped away
I swore I could've heard them say
You wanted me to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
BRIDGE:
A
Fish don't know they're short
G
They just feel sideways
A
And words to you are
G
Just the same they shy away
C
When legs and limbs are all tucked in
G
You pull me close to you come night
C
And I'm just like a fleshy fruit
G
that hung like a bow from your side
A
Your lips may not sell or say what your eyes give away
D
You're sweet as pumpkin pie
VERSE:
I take the keys
From your hand that stutters up
Let the night air sober you up
Driving home you make me pull over
You press my hand gently
As a four leaf clover
You say sweetheart
I'm a foolish man
I'm ornery and I'm stubborn
Like my coffee from a can
But without you I would
Shrivel up and die
G - G/B - Em
Won't you be my
Won't you be my
Won't you be my...
CHORUS
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunken up
But before they slipped away
I swore I could've heard them say
You wanted me to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
Tell me you need me
To be your buttercup
Your buttercup
Ducks, shnucks, shlucks, shucks