Pity

F                         C
  I’ll get back in the kitchen.
             F                         C
I’ll wear my hair up for you real, 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                           C
But one thing will always stay true
Dm                    Em7
   Your shitty attitude
      Dm               Em      Dm          C
Will never convince a woman to lay with you


[Chorus]

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


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


[Chorus]

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


[Outro]

F                            C
  I’ll get back in the kitchen
             F                        C
I’ll wear my hair up for myself 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 pour myself a whiskey on ice