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: Adam_Klein@compuserve.com
Web Page: The Ultimate Amanda Marshall Homepage
URL: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/Adam_Klein
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[Dm]So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo[A7]u a liar,
[Bbsus2]And we'll throw stone[C5]s 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]Away from he[Csus]re, I want to be away from [Bbsus2]here,[Csus2]
[Bbsus2]Away from ev[Gm9]ery little thing.
[F]Every little thing.
I [Gm9]used to love your every litt[Am]le thing.
[Dm]So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo[A7]u a liar,
[Bbsus2]And we'll throw stone[C5]s 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]Away from he[Csus]re, I want to be away from [Bbsus2]here,[Csus2]
[Bbsus2]Away from ev[Gm9]ery little thing.
[F]Every little thing.
I [Gm9]used to love your every litt[Am]le thing.
[F]Your arm[Gm9]s beneath me, your light inside me[F]
I [Gm9]used to love your every little, every little [F]thing.
Your eyes[Gm9] blue stars, your hand in [F]my purse,
Now I hate[Gm9] your every l[Am]ittle thing.
[Dm]Oh [C9] mama I did[Am]n't know life was this hard.[Dm]
[Dm]Oh [C9] mama my innoce[Am]nce has been tarred[Dm]
My inn[Bbsus2]er vision dulled and dark[F5/C]ened
I g[Bbsus2]ave myself away to you,[F]
I [Bbsus2]felt my sorrow humble me a[F5/C]nd throw my crown [Bbsus2]upon the ground[F5/C]
It was you [Bbsus2]I hoped for and
[F5/C]us I prayed for and
[Bbsus2]me that I believed was w[F5/C]rong
But now[Bbsus2] my anger is my best f[F5/C]riend and careful,[Bbsus2]
I may bite your h[F5/C]ead off.[Dsus2]
[A7] [Bbsus2] [Csus]
[Dm11]So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo[A7]u a liar,
[Bbsus2]And we'll throw stone[Csus]s until we're dead.
[Dm11]So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call[A7] you motherfucker
And we'l[Bbsus2]l throw ston[Csus]es until we're dead.
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: Adam_Klein@compuserve.com
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]So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo[A7]u a liar,
[Bbsus2]And we'll throw stone[C5]s 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]Away from he[Csus]re, I want to be away from [Bbsus2]here,[Csus2]
[Bbsus2]Away from ev[Gm9]ery little thing.
[F]Every little thing.
I [Gm9]used to love your every litt[Am]le thing.
[Dm]So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo[A7]u a liar,
[Bbsus2]And we'll throw stone[C5]s 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]Away from he[Csus]re, I want to be away from [Bbsus2]here,[Csus2]
[Bbsus2]Away from ev[Gm9]ery little thing.
[F]Every little thing.
I [Gm9]used to love your every litt[Am]le thing.
[F]Your arm[Gm9]s beneath me, your light inside me[F]
I [Gm9]used to love your every little, every little [F]thing.
Your eyes[Gm9] blue stars, your hand in [F]my purse,
Now I hate[Gm9] your every l[Am]ittle thing.
[Dm]Oh [C9] mama I did[Am]n't know life was this hard.[Dm]
[Dm]Oh [C9] mama my innoce[Am]nce has been tarred[Dm]
My inn[Bbsus2]er vision dulled and dark[F5/C]ened
I g[Bbsus2]ave myself away to you,[F]
I [Bbsus2]felt my sorrow humble me a[F5/C]nd throw my crown [Bbsus2]upon the ground[F5/C]
It was you [Bbsus2]I hoped for and
[F5/C]us I prayed for and
[Bbsus2]me that I believed was w[F5/C]rong
But now[Bbsus2] my anger is my best f[F5/C]riend and careful,[Bbsus2]
I may bite your h[F5/C]ead off.[Dsus2]
[A7] [Bbsus2] [Csus]
[Dm11]So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yo[A7]u a liar,
[Bbsus2]And we'll throw stone[Csus]s until we're dead.
[Dm11]So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call[A7] you motherfucker
And we'l[Bbsus2]l throw ston[Csus]es until we're dead.
