Gm                               C 
 Up in smoke you've lost another lover 
         Gm                          C 
 As you take a hit of your last cigarette 
    Ab        Bb 
 Strung out, burnt out, yeah 
         Cm                        Bb 
 you're down on your luck and you don't give a huh 
           Ab                Bb 
 'til the best part of you starts to switch 
 Ain't that a bitch 
 
   Cm             F        
 Freak out, I'm alone now 
    Bb                           Eb 
 I feel just like I'm losin' my mind 
         Bb               Cm 
 'cause love is like the right dress 
          Ab 
 On the wrong girl 
      Eb                           Bb 
 You never know what you're gonna find 
       Cm                   F 
 You think you're high and fine as wine 
           Bb                      Eb 
 Then you wind up like a dog in a ditch 
         Bb              Cm 
 'Cause love is like a wrong turn 
       Ab         F 
 On a cold night     yeah 
               Eb     Cdim   Ab   Eb 
 Ain't that a bitch 
 
 
       Cm                     F 
 In a daze,in the throes of emotion 
          Cm                F 
 You see God in the Devil's eyes 
           Ab      Bb 
 Then you fall so far from grace 
      Cm                            Bb 
 You wouldn't know a kiss If it was on your face 
          Ab                         Bb 
 You can tell it to the jury But you ain't got no case 
 
 
 Freak out, I'm alone now 
 I feel just like I'm losin'my mind 
 'cause love is like the right dress 
 On the wrong girl 
 You never know what you're gonna find 
 The gal was fine as calamine but not 
 enough to scratch a seven year itch 
 'cause love is like the last licks outta Hendrix  
 Yeah, ain't that a bitch 
 
 Guitar Solo 
 G  C  G  C  G  C 
 
 Then you feel so out of place 
 Lickin' up the arsenic 
 From the same old lace 
 You know the stuff is poison 
 But you gotta have a taste, you gotta 
 
 Freak out, I'm alone now 
 I feel just like I'm losin' my mind 
 'cause love is like the right dress 
 On the wrong girl 
 You never know what you're gonna find 
 You think you're high and fine as wine 
 Then you wind up with your face in the ditch 
                        Cm      Cm/Bb 
 'cause love is like a warm gun 
       Ab       Ab/G  F                    Eb  Cdim Ab Eb 
 On a cold night       yeah, ain't that a bitch 
 
by Mil-House