Bottle Of Red, Bottle Of Spite taby ukulele według Houston Calls

C
 She stares out the windowm counts raindrops until tomorrow
G                                                               C
 today sees her crying, while Sting sings about the breath you take

She'll take fighting chances, run head first into a brick wall
G
'cause what doesn't kill her makes it all just seem much closer



              C
She needs a crutch, needs a crush
                 G
feel the rush infatuation
             C                         G
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
            C
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
     G
too much to handle 
              C
he won't say much
                 G
just leaving her in the dark



C                                                            G
 the tension gets thicker, the wine helps to counteract the pain
                                                    C
her whine makes him crazy, so crazy he's about to break

to throw out his morals would just seem to beg the question
G
 is this really worth it? A risk he's sure not willing to take



              C
She needs a crutch, needs a crush
                 G
feel the rush infatuation
             C                         G
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
            C
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
     G
too much to handle 
              C
he won't say much
                 G
just leaving her in the dark



              C
She needs a crutch, needs a crush
                 G
feel the rush infatuation
             C                         G
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
            C
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
     G
too much to handle 
              C
he won't say much
                 G
just leaving her in the dark



C                                    G
So she says, "To spite my face, I'm cutting off my nose for you,

I know you'd do the same thing too.
 C
Revel in what you'll miss out
      G
you played me for a fool this time

good luck with all your future ties."



             C
So now it's done 
                                   G
say goodbye to the chance that was once within your reach
          C                                  G
kiss farewell to your loss, to your lack of decency
               C                                        G
you'll never know what you missed, what you could have found in me
      C                                G
insincere is the word to describe you best from me



              C
She needs a crutch, needs a crush
                 G
feel the rush infatuation
             C                         G
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
            C
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
     G
too much to handle 
              C
he won't say much
                 G
just leaving her in the dark