Kinda Outta Luck

	  		
Em 
I was born bad 
C 
But then I met you 
Bm 
You made me nice for a while 
Am 
But my dark side's true. 
Em 
You never cared what I did at all 
C 
Motel singer at a silver ball 
Am 
I did what I had to do... 
Em 
Femme fatale, always on the run 
C 
Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongue 
G 
Before I give back, I gotta get drunk 
Am 
So get over here, pour me a cold one. 
G				 
Babe you can see that I'm danger 
Am 
Teetering off of the stage, yeah 
C                           Am 
Sparkling in sequins, say hey-yeah 
G 
Time to give in to the kindness of strangers. 
Em 
Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kinda fun 
C                                 Am 
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? 
Em  
My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck 
C 
I really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck. 
Em 
Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kinda fun 
C					Am 
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? 
Em 
My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck 
C 
I really want him back, but I'm kinda outta luck. 
Em 
Wrong, I know, killing someone 
C 
It gets a little easier when you've done it once 
G 
You know that I'm fun, you know that I'm young 
Am 
So tell me your mind, let's get it on. 
G				Am 
Babe you can see that I'm danger 
G			Am 
Teetering off of the stage, yeah 
G 
I said it really nicely so can you be my savior? 
Em 
Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kinda fun 
C					Am 
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? 
Em 
My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck 
C 
I really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck. 
 
Em 
I was a dangerous girl 
Am 
You were too nice for this world 
Em 
And now I'm back on the prowl 
Am 
Who wants to give it a whirl? 
Em 
Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kinda fun 
C					Am 
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? 
Em 
My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck 
C 
I really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck.