Some times I can be per fect ly sweet; got this (Eb)sug ar y me all stuffed up in my sleeve.

And I’ll talk of po nies and rain bows and things and I’m (Db)just who you want me to be.

But like most crea tures down here on the ground, I’m com (Eb)posed of the el e ments mov ing a round.

And I grow and change and I shift and I switch, and it (Db)turns out I’m ac tu ’lly kind of a bitch.

But (Eb)that on ly hap pens when I get pro voked by some (Bbm)piece of shit ass hole we all sad ly know.

And I sit and I write while re mind ing you all that mean (Db)songs are still bet ter than go ing post al.

And that guy’s an ass hole.

That girl’s a (Eb)bitch.

Ba by, it’s (Bbm)nat ’ral;

no get ting a (Db)way from it.

So sing it out (Ab)with me

and then let it (Eb)go.

(Bbm)Fuck that guy; he’s (Eb)just an ass

hole.

Oh, ass hole,

ass (Bbm)hole,

ass (Eb7)hole.

I (Ab)see I’ve sur prised you with some of my words, and I (Eb)know that sur pris es, while fun, still can hurt.

And I hate to think that I’ve ru ined the day of the (Db)Dick and the Queen of the high horse pa rade.

But I’m sick and tired of your poi son ous ways.

You’re a (Eb)tox in wast ing per fect ly good space.

And I say what I think ’cause it’s (Db)more ec o nom ic than (Eb)drugs or a drink.

That guy’s an ass (Eb7)just an ass

hole.

And I won’t let him in,

un der my (Bbm)skin.

You’re a sad sack of shit;

it’s pa (Eb)thet ic.

Just a fes ter ing sore

who will nev er be more

than that if I don’t (Eb)let it.

And that guy’s an ass hole.

That guy’s an ass hole.

That girl’s a bitch.

That girl’s a bitch.

Ba by, it’s (Bbm)nat ’ral; Ba by, it’s nat ’ral; no get ting a (Eb)way no from get it.

ting a way So from sing it out it.

(Ab)with me Sing it out with me, and then let (Eb)it go.

then let it go.

(Bbm)Fuck that guy; he’s (Eb)just an ass

hole.

ass (Eb)hole,

ass (Bbm)hole,

ass (Eb)hole.

Ooh,

ooh, an (Ab)ass hole.

(Bbm)Fuck that guy; he’s (Eb)just an ass

hole.