The View - Sour Little Sweetie

E
always in the bad books ,
A
it’s not how it looks ,
E
born to be a pawn , end up being rooks ,
A
we weren’t given we just took
good people can end up being crooks
E C#m
wooooah ooh! woooah oh!
E
i danced the heel off my black boots
C#m
the feather out my hat
E
looked the devil in the eye
C#m
said there’s no turning back . . .
E A
eternal torture , i quite fancy some of that . . .
eternal torture , i quite fancy some of that . . .

i danced the heel off my black boots
the feather out my hat
looked the devil in the eye
said there’s no turning back no . . .
E C#m
sour little sweetie , so much sweeter than the rest .
E B
like my father pissed , my hairs always a mess .

E B A
so , darling , sweetheart , don’t stress .
A ( one strum )
my heads a mess and don’t you know . . .

never into good looks
i know the mighty river , started with a babylon
i stomp my foot , the whole world shook ,
firmly with knowledge that this is not a fluke , oh no!

i danced the heel of my black boot , the feather off my hat
and looked the devil in the eye and said , theres no turning back no

oh sour little sweetie , rather sweeter than the rest ,
like my father figured my hairs always a mess
darling , sweet heart dont stress
my heads a mess and dont you know!
E B C#m A
and so before you have to go
E B C#m A
can you tell me yes or no?
E B
where did all the love go?
A E
where did all the love go?

oh sour little sweetie , rather sweeter than the rest ,
like my father said my hairs always a mess
darling , sweetheart dont stress
my heads a mess and dont you know!