Babs Uvula Who (ver. 2)

	  		Intro 
 
A#  G#  F 
 
Verse 
 
C C C G# F C 
C C C G# F C 
 
C C C 
I've got a knack for fucking everything up. 
G# F C 
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. 
C C C 
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high. 
G# F C 
I lose control and l get myself all wound up. 
C C C 
Tension mounts and l fly off the wall. 
G# F C 
l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up. 
C C C 
Petulance and irritation sets in. 
G# F C 
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.  
 
Chorus 
 
C G# F C	 
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. 
C G# F C 
I lose control and l get myself all wound up. 
C G# F C 
l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up. 
C G# F C 
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up. 
 
Verse 
 
C C C 
Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back. 
G# F C 
Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up. 
C C C 
Killed my composure and it will never come back. 
G# F C 
Loss of control and l get myself all wound up. 
C C C 
Blown out of proportion again. 
G# F C 
My temper snaps and l get all wound up. 
C C C 
Spontaneous combustion, panic attack. 
G# F C 
I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up. 
 
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