Chords for Robert Gordon - Slash
Tempo:
135.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
B
E
C#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Every time I see you, I [B] feel my skin [A] crawl.
Your [C#] perverted [B] fantasies drive me up the [A] wall.
I can't [C#] believe what you whisper to [B] me, secretly.
I [C#] have the gut and the stomach [B] to do those things [A] at all.
[E] I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
I'd [E] rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
Your [C#] perverted [B] fantasies drive me up the [A] wall.
I can't [C#] believe what you whisper to [B] me, secretly.
I [C#] have the gut and the stomach [B] to do those things [A] at all.
[E] I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
I'd [E] rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
100% ➙ 135BPM
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B
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Every time I see you, I [B] feel my skin [A] crawl. _ _ _ _ _
Your [C#] perverted [B] fantasies drive me up the [A] wall. _ _ _ _ _
I can't [C#] believe what you whisper to [B] me, _ secretly.
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
I [C#] have the gut and the stomach [B] to do those things [A] at all. _ _ _ _
_ [E] I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
I'd [E] rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] My imagination's nil [B] when I hear [A] you call.
_ _ _ _ You [C#] couldn't live up to what [B] I said at [A] all.
_ _ _ _ But [C#] I feel your eyes follow [B] me _ _ [D] constantly. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [C#] Your visions of [B] ecstasy leave me [A] appalled.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than have to [Am] spend the night with you.
[A] _ _ Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
_ [E] I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
I'd [E] rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
[E] Your fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to wanna do what you say you do.
_ _ I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than have to spend the night with you. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Every time I see you, I [B] feel my skin [A] crawl. _ _ _ _ _
Your [C#] perverted [B] fantasies drive me up the [A] wall. _ _ _ _ _
I can't [C#] believe what you whisper to [B] me, _ secretly.
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
I [C#] have the gut and the stomach [B] to do those things [A] at all. _ _ _ _
_ [E] I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
I'd [E] rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] My imagination's nil [B] when I hear [A] you call.
_ _ _ _ You [C#] couldn't live up to what [B] I said at [A] all.
_ _ _ _ But [C#] I feel your eyes follow [B] me _ _ [D] constantly. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [C#] Your visions of [B] ecstasy leave me [A] appalled.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than have to [Am] spend the night with you.
[A] _ _ Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
_ [E] I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
Your [E] fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to [A] wanna do what you say you do.
I'd [E] rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than [A] have to spend the night with you.
[E] Your fantasy's on the lip, you must be one sick bitch to wanna do what you say you do.
_ _ I'd rather slap my wrists and cut my throat than have to spend the night with you. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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