Punk Ass Bitch Cifras

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
    E
She wriggles and she wraggles
    B
She jiggles and she jaggles
    C#m
You stand and watch her pass by
     A
Your line of vision ass-eye
    E
You think that cause she smiles
     B
That you turn all her dials
    C#m
But you don't see them later
      A
While in the elevator
    E
You nag her and you swagger
    B
You think you're gonna shag her
  C#m
A man about the town-a
    A
Get funky, let's get down-a
  E
Machismo and machasma
   B
It turns into miamsa
    G#m
But you have got no class, no style
   A
No social skills, no comprehension
 
 
[Chorus]
E B     C#m   A
I can't deal with this idiot
E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
 
 
[Verse 2]
    E
You open up your mouth-a
 B
Amazed at what comes out-a
     C#m
It's just a testimony
     A
That you're full of bologna
     E
That you're a stupid jackass
  B
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
     G#m
That you have got no class, no style
   A
No social skills, no comprehension
 
 
[Chorus]
E B     C#m   A
I can't deal with this idiot
E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
E B     C#m   A
I can't deal with this idiot
E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
 
 
[Guitar Riff]
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[Verse 3]
    E
You know you want to spangle
    B
But you can't seem to angle
    C#m
One gives you attitude-a
     A
Your reason to be rude-a
    E
You think that cause she smiles
     B
That you turn all her dials
    C#m
But you don't see them later
      A
While in the elevator
    E
You nag her and you swagger
    B
You think you're gonna shag her
  C#m
A man about the town-a
    A
Get funky, let's get down-a
  E
Machismo and machasma
   B
It turns into miamsa
    C#m
You have got no class, no style
   A
No social skills, no comprehension
    E
You open up your mouth-a
 B
Amazed at what comes out-a
     C#m
It's just a testimony
     A
That you're full of bologna
     E
That you're a stupid jackass
  B
A meathead, guido, pass gas
    C#m
But you have got no class, no style
   A
No social skills, no comprehension
 
 
[Chorus]
E B     C#m  A
I can't deal with this idiot
E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
E B     C#m  A
I can't deal with this idiot
E                B                              G#m A
  Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
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