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Dm Your girlfriend, she hates me F Cause everybody knows, you tried to date me, and she, A G Thinks I made you cheat, well, I think that’s kind of sweet Dm F Cause we both know I’d be blackout every time I let you get down, A G So I can play the whore, but girl you know you want me Dm More F More A G More, more, more Dm Yeah, see that indie chick in the the front row? F Yeah, she been puttin’ on quite the show A Tryin’ to get the front man to notice her G And I’m up against the wall with the drummer from the opener Dm Oh, tell me again how you’re F So insane, do so many drugs, are in so much pain, baby A G Don’t you know all girls want are arms and rhythm? N.C. Then you’ll have ‘em screamin Dm More F More A G More, more, more, more Dm F So now it’s just you and me driving on kombucha, coke and oxy A G Are you ready for what you came here to see? Dm Cause we both know you’ve been tryin’ to read my mind, but F A You straight exhausted all the options of what you might find G Cause I know why the raven cried Dm Never more F Never ever more A G Never ever ever ever more, more, more