🎸 Verse 1: Am C I feel like God has a hitman Am G7 She’s thin and she’s blonde and she smokes C E Am She lives in a walkup in Flatbush G7 C And she’s always in on the joke 🎸 Verse 2: Am C She’s just the right flavor of fucked up Am G7 A sick bird who still gets you hard C E Am I make myself into her victim Am G7 C She’s just firing wild in the dark
🎸 Chorus: C Am Maybe she’ll be your karma G7 C Or maybe you’ll always win C E Maybe God don’t need to hire a hitman Am G7 C For me to die for you again 🎸 Verse 3: Am C God has a hitman I’ve seen her Am G7 He designed her just for me C E Am She’s everything I never was so Am G7 C She’s all that you wished I could be 🎸 Verse 4: Am C She writes you as a gentleman Am G7 And I’m eating it up like a fool C E Am Like I didn’t already have you Am G7 C Like I’m not still cleaning the wound 🎸 Chorus: C Am Maybe she’ll be your karma G7 C Or maybe you’ll always win C E Maybe God don’t need to hire a hitman Am G7 C For me to die for you again 🎸 Verse 5: Am C Hope I’m not the only one walking C G7 With shrapnels still lodged in my head C E Am Hope you feel half of what I did Am G7 C I hope she leaves you for dead 🎸 Outro: Am C One day God won’t try to test me G7 C With hitmen with fine golden hair C Am E Yeah maybe she’ll give you your karma Am G7 C But one day I won’t even care