Tom: Bm
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[Ballad]
N.C. Bm
I'm gonna tell you a little story
Bm D
When this little story's through
D A
Gonna be a little test
A G
See if you know what's good for you
N.C. Bm
She was an angel of the 4th Ward
Bm D
When I plucked her off the street
D A
So tenderly I took her indoors
A G
Bought her some tits and fixed her teeth
G Bm
You should've seen her crunch a number
Bm D
Work a sucker, shoot a breeze
D A
Started her off on the club floor
A G
Soon enough she had the keys
G
She was a punch I couldn't counter
G D
Sometimes I was tempted to applause
A
Just being around her
Bm
Felt like I picked the pocket of God
A G
Could not believe I'd found her
A Bm
Was like I picked the pocket of God
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N.C. Bm
Then some tweak sung down a heat wave
Bm D
Backed my distribution up
D A
Parcels of Tar-dust and White Nurse
A G
Stacked in the back room of the club
G Bm
My boys could not extract her thinking
Bm D
She knew there's cameras everywhere
D A
Maybe she was fresh outta thinking
A G
Maybe she thought I couldn't care
G
She never gave me reason to doubt her
G D
But there was her face and her facade
A
Smilin' over them packages of powder
Bm
Like she picked the pocket of God
A G
She couldn't have looked prouder
A Bm
Like she picked the pocket of God
[Interlude]
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A
I found she had a partner
G D
He's still around here somewhere
G A
But now he's working for me
G D
His was just business
A G
I took her personally
Bm
That's the dead end of that story
Bm D
Could be the end of your's, too
D A
This was a woman I admired
A G
You're just shit-for-brains-for-hire
Bm A
Before I scrape you off my shoe
A G
Know that I only asked her once
D
Now that I've asked you nice
A
Go on ask yourself
[Outro]
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Do I strike you as the kind to ask twice?
