Key: D Intro: N.D . A D A D A D E D A One, two, three Verse 1: A D She likes stealing from Salvation Armies A D Said it makes her feel like the movies A D Battin' her eyes with a crooked smile E D A Wondering why the hell I'm pissed D This ain't like any film that I recall A D This ain't exactly The Italian Job A D This kind of stuff is for soccer moms E D A Dying to be young again
Chorus: Bm7 D She's dancing around the room A D In a cheetah print body suit A D Roll the credits on the scene, it's through E D A I'm the story of a messed up kid Guitar Solo: D A D A D E D A D A D A D E D A Verse 2: A D Yeah, she tells me I got a problem with drinkin' A D But she loves going out on the weekends A D She throws me the keys with a "pretty please" E D A She wonders if I'll drive her home D You'd figure if she knew my weakness A D She'd try and help me to beat it A D That's why I love her so, but since Roanoke E D A I don't take her out to shop no more Chorus: Bm7 D She's dancing around the room A D In a cheetah print body suit A D Roll the credits on the scene, it's through E D A I'm the story of a messed up kid Interlude: D A D A D E D A Guitar Solo: D A D A D E D A Interlude: D A D A D E D A Out-Chorus: Bm7 D She's dancing around the room A D In a cheetah print body suit A D Roll the credits on the scene, it's through E D A I'm the story of a messed up kid Bm7 D She's dancing around the room A D In a cheetah print body suit A D Roll the credits on the scene, it's through E D A I'm the story of a messed up kid E D A I'm the story of a messed up kid E D A I'm the story of a messed up kid