Babys On Fire chords
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[VERSE 1]
N.C. Bb
Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the w[Ab]ater
Look at her la[Bb]ughing
Like a heifer to the sla[Ab]ughter
[VERSE 2]
Baby's on f[Bb]ire
And all the laughing boys are bi[Ab]tching
Waiting for p[Bb]hotos
Oh, the plot is so bew[Ab]itching
[VERSE 3]
Rescuers row, [Bb]row
Do your best to change the su[Ab]bject
Blow the wind b[Bb]low, blow
Lend some assistance to the ob[Ab]jects
[VERSE 4]
Photographers snip, s[Bb]nap
Take your time, she's only bu[Ab]rning
This kind of exp[Bb]erience
Is necessary for her lea[Ab]rning
[VERSE 5]
If you'll be my fl[Bb]otsam
I could be half the man I [Ab]used to
They said you were [Bb]hot stuff
And that's what baby's been re[Ab]duced to
[INTERLUDE]
||: [Bb] [Ab] :|| X8
[VERSE 6]
Juanita and J[Bb]uan
Very clever with ma[Ab]racas
Making their fo[Bb]rtunes
Selling secondhand to[Ab]baccos
[VERSE 7]
Juan dances at Ch[Bb]ico's
And when the clients are ev[Ab]icted
He empties the as[Bb]htrays
And pockets all that he's col[Ab]lected
[VERSE 8]
But baby's on f[Bb]ire
And all the instruments ag[Ab]ree that
Her temperature's r[Bb]ising
But any idiot would k[Ab]now that
N.C. Bb
Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the w[Ab]ater
Look at her la[Bb]ughing
Like a heifer to the sla[Ab]ughter
[VERSE 2]
Baby's on f[Bb]ire
And all the laughing boys are bi[Ab]tching
Waiting for p[Bb]hotos
Oh, the plot is so bew[Ab]itching
[VERSE 3]
Rescuers row, [Bb]row
Do your best to change the su[Ab]bject
Blow the wind b[Bb]low, blow
Lend some assistance to the ob[Ab]jects
[VERSE 4]
Photographers snip, s[Bb]nap
Take your time, she's only bu[Ab]rning
This kind of exp[Bb]erience
Is necessary for her lea[Ab]rning
[VERSE 5]
If you'll be my fl[Bb]otsam
I could be half the man I [Ab]used to
They said you were [Bb]hot stuff
And that's what baby's been re[Ab]duced to
[INTERLUDE]
||: [Bb] [Ab] :|| X8
[VERSE 6]
Juanita and J[Bb]uan
Very clever with ma[Ab]racas
Making their fo[Bb]rtunes
Selling secondhand to[Ab]baccos
[VERSE 7]
Juan dances at Ch[Bb]ico's
And when the clients are ev[Ab]icted
He empties the as[Bb]htrays
And pockets all that he's col[Ab]lected
[VERSE 8]
But baby's on f[Bb]ire
And all the instruments ag[Ab]ree that
Her temperature's r[Bb]ising
But any idiot would k[Ab]now that
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