Pity taby ukulele według Catie Turner

[Verse 1]

F                              C
    I’ll get back in the kitchen
             F           
I’ll wear my hair up for you real, 
     C
real nice
    F      
My neck will be adorned with pearls
         C
I’ll put rouge on my cheeks like a pretty girl
   F                      C
As I bring you whiskey on ice
F                 C
I’ll do all these things
F                             
But one thing will always stay 
Cmaj7
true
Dm7             Em7
Your shitty attitude
Dm                 Em7         F  
Will never convince a woman to lay 
     C
with you


[Chorus]
       F
So get real with yourself
       C
You’re not the heartbreaker
        F                         
You thought you were destined to 
Cmaj7
be
          F
Put your feet down
           C
From my table
            F          C*
It’s called common courtesy (I doubt you heard of it)
              F
Don’t test my limits
           Dm
Or my generosity
                 Em7      
Don’t stroke my face or these 
Dm
feminine hands
       C
Will cause your fingers to bleed
     Dm                Em7
Your masculinity is so fragile
           F
I could break you with a tap
         F             Em7
The only time I'll get on my knees for you
      Dm            F             
Is to sweep up your fragments like
C
glass


[Bridge]
          F                   Em7
It’s a pity your mother has to see you like this
           F               
And it’s a pity any form of 
Em7
criticism gets you pissed
                 F           
And it’s a pity you have an
Em7
insufferable god complex
       F             Dm
It’s a pity, it's a pity
          F                    Em7
It’s a pity your mother has to see you like this
           F             
And it’s a pity any form of 
Em7
criticism gets you pissed
           F         
And it’s a pity you have an
Em7
insufferable god complex
      F             Dm
It’s a pity, it's a pity


[Chorus]
        F
So get real with yourself
        C
You’re not the heartbreaker
        F           
You thought you were destined to 
Cmaj7
be
           F
Put your feet down
          C
From my table
            F            C*
It’s called common courtesy (I doubt you heard of it)
               F
Don’t test my limits
           Dm
Or my generosity
               Em7            
Don’t stroke my face or these 
 Dm
feminine hands
       C
Will cause your fingers to bleed
         Dm             Em7
Your masculinity is so fragile
           F
I could break you with a tap
         F             Em7
The only time I'll get on my knees for you
      Dm            F     
Is to sweep up your fragments like
C
glass


[Outro]
F                        C
   I’ll get back in the kitchen
            F                   
I’ll wear my hair up for myself 
     C
real nice
     F
My neck will be adorned with pearls
         C
I’ll put rouge on my cheeks like a pretty girl
     F            Fm         C
As I pour myself a whiskey on ice