#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 17:42:21 -0400 From: Adam Klein Subject: c/cole_paula/throwing_stones.crd Song: Throwing Stones By: Paula Cole >From The Album: This Fire Chorded By: Adam Klein E-Mail: [email protected] Web Page: The Ultimate Amanda Marshall Homepage URL: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/Adam_Klein If you want the words to be aligned with the guitar chords, you must view it in a non-fixed-width font, such as Times New Roman or Arial. Dm A7 So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar, Bbsus2 C5 And we'll throw stones until we're dead. Dm There you go again, you cut me off from talking You bask in the glory, the center of the circle. All our friends think you are a comedian -- so kind and generous, but I am suffering Bbsus2 Csus Bbsus2 Csus2 Away from here, I want to be away from here, Bbsus2 Gm9 Away from every little thing. F Every little thing. Gm9 Am I used to love your every little thing. Dm A7 So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar, Bbsus2 C5 And we'll throw stones until we're dead. Dm You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet, You manipulate me with guilt-ridden Catholic shit. Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around And make us out to be David and Goliath. Bbsus2 Csus Bbsus2 Csus2 Away from here, I want to be away from here, Bbsus2 Gm9 Away from every little thing. F Every little thing. Gm9 Am I used to love your every little thing. F Gm9 F Your arms beneath me, your light inside me Gm9 F I used to love your every little, every little thing. Gm9 F Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse, Gm9 Am Now I hate your every little thing. Dm C9 Am Dm Oh mama I didn't know life was this hard. Dm C9 Am Dm Oh mama my innocence has been tarred Bbsus2 F5/C My inner vision dulled and darkened Bbsus2 F I gave myself away to you, Bbsus2 F5/C Bbsus2 F5/C I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground Bbsus2 It was you I hoped for and F5/C us I prayed for and Bbsus2 F5/C me that I believed was wrong Bbsus2 F5/C Bbsus2 But now my anger is my best friend and careful, F5/C Dsus2 I may bite your head off. A7 Bbsus2 Csus Dm11 A7 So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar, Bbsus2 Csus And we'll throw stones until we're dead. Dm11 A7 So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker Bbsus2 Csus And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
