VERSION: Edited
Getting Started - by ToneTopia
To learn Fiona Apple - Limp chords with lyrics, delve into these chords to get the song's feel: B, A, Fm, G, F#m, C, Dm, Am, F. Begin your practice at a relaxed 59 BPM, then work your way up to the song's BPM of 120. With an eye on the song's key C, set the capo that best suits your vocal range.
Am _ _
Fm _ _
G _ _
F#m _ _ .
G _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _ _
Fm _ _
G _ _
F#m _ _ .
B _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A You
Fm wanna make
G me sick,
F#m you wanna lick
B my wounds, _ _ don't you
A baby?.
Fm You want the
G badge of honor
F#m when you save
F my _ _ hide.
_ _ _ .
A _
Fm Show the world
Gm in the way
F#m of the day
B of doom, baby.
_
A _ .
_
Fm If you need
G my shame
F#m to reclaim
B your pride.
_ _ _ _
Dm _ .
_
Am When I think of
D it, my
Am fingers turn to
F fist.
I never
C did
Dm anything to you, man.
_ .
No
Am matter what I
F try, you feed me
D with your bitter
Am lies.
So call me
G# crazy,
Am hold me down, make me
F#m cry.
Get off now,
F baby.
It
C won't be long till
B you be lying
E left in your
Am own
N hands.
_ _ _ _ _
A _ .
_
Fm You feed
G the beast
F#m I have
B within me.
_ _ _ _ _ .
A You
Fm wave the red
G flag, baby,
F#m you make
F it run, _
G _ _ run, run.
A _ _
C# Standing on the
F#m sidelines, waving
B and grinning.
Em _ _ _ _ .
A _
Fm You find
G my trigger,
F#m then you blame
B my gun.
_ _ _ _
A _ _ .
Dm _
Am When I think of
D it, my
Am fingers turn to
F fist.
I
C never did
Dm anything to you, man.
_ .
No
Am matter what I
F try, you feed me
D with your bitter
Am lies.
So call me
G# crazy,
C hold me down, make me
F# cry.
Get off now,
F baby.
It
C won't be long till
Bm you be lying
E left in your
A own
B hands.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
D _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _
C# _
G _ .
_
Bm _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _
D _
A _ _ _ _
D _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _
C _ _ .
_
D _ _ _
Cm _ _ _ _ .
_
D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
G _ _ _
C _ _
Dm _
F#m _ _ .
_ _
N _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
E _ .
A _ _
Fm _ _
G _ _
F#m _ _ .
B _ _
F _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _ _
C# _ _
G _ _
F#m _ _ .
F _ _ _ _ _ _
Dm _ .
When
A I think of
D it, my
Am fingers turn to
F fist.
I
C never did anything
Dm to you, man.
_ _ .
No
Am matter what I
F try, you feed me
D with your bitter
Am lies.
So call me
G# crazy,
C hold me down, make me cry.
F# Get off now,
F baby.
It won't
C be long till
Bm you be lying left
E in your