Black Bathing Suit

C#m B F#
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B                                   F#
Grenadine quarantine, I like you a lot
B                                       F#
It's L.A, "Hey" on Zoom, Target parking lot
                    E                   F#
And if this is the end, I want a boyfriend
                E                           F#
Someone to eat ice cream with and watch television
                       E
Or walk home from the mall with
                      F#                       E
'Cause what I really meant is when I'm being honest
                   F#
I'm tired of this shit

         G#m          B         E           F#
Cause my body is my temple, my heart is one too
          F#                                             E
The only thing that still fits me is this black bathing suit
 C#m           B          E        F#
You don't know me any better than they do, baby
    G#m         B           E         F#
My time is run over so the only time you'll ever see me
                                        E
Is in your dreams, in my black bathing suit
C#m         B          E      F#
Looking at me looking over at you
      F#
Real cute 'cause

E
He said I was bad
         B                    F#
Let me show you how bad girls do
'Cause no one does it better
E
He said I was bad
         B                     F#
Let me show you what bad girls do
'Cause no one does it better

 B
Swisher Sweet, magazines
                 F#
Promise you it's not
B                                              F#
'Cause of you that I'm mean, it's my afterthoughts
                   E                               F#
And what I never said, why there's a price on my head
                          E                       F#
It's nothing to do with them, it's my karmic lineage
                              E                         F#
So I'm not friends with my mother, but I still love my dad
                E                    F#
Untraditional lover, can you handle that?

    G#m             B         E           F#
I guess I'm complicated, my life's sorta too
F#                                                          E
I wish you could see to my soul through this black bathing suit
 C#m           B        E           F#
You don't know me any better than they do, baby
  G#m                   B         E          F#
'Cause I sing like an angel, my heart's like one, too
     F#                                          E
The only thing that fits is this black bathing suit
C#m         B           E     F#
Looking at me looking over at you
Real cute 'cause

E
He said I was bad
         B                    F#
Let me show you how bad girls do
'Cause no one does it better
E
He said I was bad
         B                     F#
Let me show you what bad girls do
'Cause no one does it better
E
They said I was bad
         B                          F#
And I'll show them what bad girls do
                   E  B
My black bathing suit
             F#
(Oh, let 'em talk about me)
                          E    B
They're just yesterday's news
                                  F#
(They're fucking broke and we're laughing about it)
                          E    B
Mail me when you get the blues
                       F#
(We'll have the last laugh about it)
                            E    B
By the way, thanks for the shoes
                           F#
Your interest really made stacks
                           F#
Your interest really made stacks
                E                      B    F#
Your interest really made stacks out of it
                          E                    B
Your interest really made stacks out of it for me (So, thanks for that)
                          F#
Your interest really made stacks out of it for me (So, thanks for that)
                          E                    B
Your interest really made stacks out of it for me
               F#
So thanks for that

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