G#        A#m          C#
E|--4-| e|--1--   e|-------|
B|--4-| B|--2--   B|--6----|
G|--5-| G|--3--   G|--6----|
D|--6-| D|--3--   D|--6----|
A|--6-| A|--1--   A|--4----|
E|----| E|-----   E|-------|



Intro:

E|------6-------8-------10-----------10---8--6-8-----10--8--6-8---------------|
B|----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--5/7----7/9-----9/11-------------------------------------------------------|
D|----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------|

E|-----6---8-8---10-10----5-5---6-6-----------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|

G#
Dear orthodox,

 A#m                       C#
I can't control my feelings,

               A#m
And who hit me?

                  C#
I just might be


Coming round the bush

 C#                 A#m
And my stilts, they began cracking

C#
Subsequently pushed



G#

And I looked to see that it was she

       A#m
Just some abandoned little crook like me

C#              A#m
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well

C#
This was the ending, please




G#   A#m
Oh, whoa...
C#                 A#m
I was attached on bended knee

   C#
But I declined my leave



But who could blame

A fraction of her being?

She is cheesy, she is scrawny

With her uncanny styling

I'm teasing, she is pleasing

She just has no wit



And I'm sorry I don't have her face

And I'm probably gonna lose this race

There is no doubt she's such a mouse

With such an abstract grace



Oh, whoa...

There is no cure, I am sure

For these ten cent blues




N.C
And then she chose to dissect me
N.C

And I was casted into poverty

C#            A#m
But I did not agree with her

            C#
She said, "Now, you've got nerve,"


           ^The chords in that verse sound good if you start low and build the volume up

But I don't care if I'm granted

For all these things

If I were one among this crowd

Would you call that defeat?


*The chords and strumming change a bit here
   G#       A#m
E|--4--------6------|
B|--4--------6------|
G|--5--------6------|
D|------------------|
A|------------------|
E|------------------|

G#                           A#m (Right here she hammers on the B and G strings, play 
with it)

In a way it's making me crazy

G#                                   A#m
In a sense that it's making me stronger

G#                                      A#m
A likely chance, and it's probably proven

G#                           A#m
In the end we'll all walk away


                    *back to previous chords and strumming


            G#
Shaking hands on the doormat

     A#m
I salute you, sir

     C#                 A#m
A stranger and a happy fit

C#
I'm glad I'm part of it

G#  A#m C#
And that I saw it all