Babs Uvula Who - Ver 9

B A C D D D A C D D D A C D D D I've got a knack for fucking everything up. A C My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. D D D My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high. A C I lose control and l get myself all wound up. D D D Tension mounts and l fly off the wall. A C l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up. D D D Petulance and irritation sets in. A C I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up. D A B My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. D A B I lose control and l get myself all wound up. D A B l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up. D A B I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up. D D D Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back. A C Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up. D D D Killed my composure and it will never come back. A C Loss of control and l get myself all wound up. D D D Blown out of proportion again. A C My temper snaps and l get all wound up. D D D Spontaneous combustion, panic attack. A C I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up.