intro:  C   D   G   G/F#  Em   C   
 (G)

G                                   D
Pulled up at the house at half past seven

       Em                    C                                 G
In your '69 Apollo (?), you shook hands with my father and we stopped

                             D
off at the drug store by the drive-in

         Em                           C
for some Trojans and a six-pack, but still your eyes kept wandering back to

Am                C
her. It's always her.

                                              D
So let's get one thing straight and out here, sir.

       C                   D              G    G/F#  
  Em
If you think you're seeing double, let me take you some trouble (?).

     C                D                G               C
This ain't no two-for-one but in here, mister. 'Cause i'm much more than

D             G     G/F#    Em            C 
           D
just my side, had enough to tiny guys who only want me 'cause they want my

G
sister.

G                                     D                              Em
My eyes are just as blue as her's, my hair is just as fine, and that tattoo

                    C                                   G
on her lower back's exactly just like mine. But if you look beneath the

                  D                                Em
surface, we're as different as can be. And there's just one part that

                             C                            Am
feasts for you (?) and that part belongs to me and not to her, it's always

C          Am                                    D
her so let's get one thing straight if i'm your girl.


(repeat chorus)

C   D   G   G/F#  Em   C   
  G
Hooo-ooooo...!

Em                                C                               G
And if tomorrow you should die my sister wouldn't bat an eye, she doesn't

                           D                             Em
even know your name, she's going with some other guy. As long as she is

             C                                 Am
still around i'll always be a trace of doubt I need to know your love

             D
is real, but how?

G                                          D
We're all dressed up, the flowers sure are pretty. Mother

 Em                                C                                   G
 pays her last respects (?) I look around, no one respects that it was me, I

                         D          C                                Am
 put some Drain-O in her coffee and now that she is underground i'll know

                                  C                   Am               D
that youre not hanging 'round for her, not for her and now I know your love

            G
is true for sure.


(chorus)

C                    D                 G
It pains my heart to think of her as a rotting, singing, maggot-infested,

                                    Em                     C
bloating, pus-oozing corpse of a leaving her (?!), and you can't imagine

D               Em            C              D       
       G
just how much I miss her. But now I know you want me, not my sister.