Kinda Outta Luck

Em I was born bad C But then I met you Bm You made me nice for a while Am But my dark side's true. Em You never cared what I did at all C Motel singer at a silver ball Am I did what I had to do... Em Femme fatale, always on the run C Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongue G Before I give back, I gotta get drunk Am So get over here, pour me a cold one. G Babe you can see that I'm danger Am Teetering off of the stage, yeah C Am Sparkling in sequins, say hey-yeah G Time to give in to the kindness of strangers. Em Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kinda fun C Am When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? Em My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck C I really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck. Em Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kinda fun C Am When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? Em My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck C I really want him back, but I'm kinda outta luck. Em Wrong, I know, killing someone C It gets a little easier when you've done it once G You know that I'm fun, you know that I'm young Am So tell me your mind, let's get it on. G Am Babe you can see that I'm danger G Am Teetering off of the stage, yeah G I said it really nicely so can you be my savior? Em Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kinda fun C Am When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? Em My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck C I really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck. Em I was a dangerous girl Am You were too nice for this world Em And now I'm back on the prowl Am Who wants to give it a whirl? Em Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kinda fun C Am When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? Em My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck C I really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck.