Chords for Twisted Soul .. 1965 .. The Contours .. First I look at the purse

What does every man look at first?
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[G] _ _ [D] First I look at the purse. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Some thugs look at the smile, they're black.
Some thugs look at the face, that's all.
Some thugs look at the style of their hat.
Some thugs want the waistline, punk.
[G] I don't care if the [D] teeth are big.
I don't care if the legs are big.
I don't care if my hair is a wig.
Why waste time looking at [A] the waistline?
Come _ [G] _ [D] first, I look at the purse. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ A woman can be as modest as [C] me.
With kisses as honey.
[G] That [F] don't mean a thing to [C] me.
If she ain't [D] got no money.
[E] Come first, fat.
Yeah, [A] yeah.
Best person.
Yeah, yeah. _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] Some [G] thugs look at the way they walk.
The way they sleep and play.
Some thugs like the way they talk.
And the things they say.
[D] But I don't care if the squad was like a duck.
I'm talking about the list.
I still think I'm in love with the dollar bills I quiz.
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_ _ [D] Come first, I look at the purse. _ _
Show the daddy.
_ [G] Yeah, [D] yeah, yeah.
_ Sweet as honey.
But I want me some money. _
She can be clever with the rest.
As long as she got some cash.
I want a big, fine car.
And a one-boy suit. _
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