Pretty In Buffalo

C             G         Am          F
L.A. tried to tell me I wasn't very pretty
    C                 G        Am            F
And they don't give a prize to girls who are witty
   C               G
So fuck you in the face
            Am              F
You need to get out of this place
       C       G
To the flyover states
       Am      F         C          G    Am    F
And remember what people look like

   C           G           Am         F
In Buffalo the girls don't have to be underweight
     C             G         Am   F
They have hips and boobs and even menstruate
    C         G             Am        F
And all of my friends still have real noses
        C              G
And the boys like them anyway
       Am        F
So the problem I suppose is
    Am                   Em
You gotta let go of your stupid ideal
Am                              G
Try to see the beauty in what's real

C   G         Am     F
I'm pretty in Buffalo
      C    G            Am        F
I'm a sexy bitch there, don't you know?
    C    G          Am     F
The boys like me in Buffalo
       C         G                Am             F       C   G  Am  F
And if you don't believe me, I'll tell you where you can go
C G Am F

C           G     Am              F
You say you wanna find a girl who has it all
C           G          Am           F
Hotter than Gisele and funnier than Lucille Ball
       C         G
In the battle of wits and tits
   Am              F
We both know which way you'll go
     C      G                  Am           F
But "I Love Gisele" wasn't the name of that TV show
Am                    Em
I'm from a town where mullets aren't ironic
   Am                    G
So when I go home people want it

C   G         Am     F
I'm pretty in Buffalo
      C          G             Am        F
I'm a foxy motherfucker there, don't you know?
    C      G         Am      F
The girls like me in Buffalo
       C         G                Am            F       C     G  Am  F
And if you don't believe me, I'll tell you what you can blow
C G Am F

Am               G
I could wear Lee Press-On Nails
    C                 D
And Carhartt gear and crunchy bangs
    F                                   G
And still be in the fashion show at the mall
Am                 G
I could drink beer every night
    C               D
And eat nothing but chicken wings
    F                          G
And still pick up dudes at the pool hall
C G Am F x4

    C   G         Am      F
And I'm pretty in Buffalo
        C         G           Am        F
I'm all over your face there, don't you know?
     C         G          Am      F
They all wanna fuck me in Buffalo
   C         G         Am      F        C    G  Am  F
So maybe I should just pack my shit and go

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