Girl From the Gutter

Intro: E   A   G#m  F#m  E

E
For all the things you said I'd never do
E
For all the things you said that were untrue
E
For all the times you made me feel alone
E                            A
Said I'd never make it on my own


                             F#m
Things are lookin' up for me now
                   E
Seems like Karma's makin' its rounds
                                     A
Its my turn now, won't be held down no
                        F#m
Karma's gonna visit you too
                                 E
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
  G#m          A          B            E
I hope you do, I hope you do, yeah, yeah


   A                                E
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
       A                                   E
And on every page you see a big picture of me
    A                                      E
And under every picture the caption should read
    A         G#m           F#m          E
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me


E
For all the times you said "I got your back"
E
For all the times you stabbed me
E
For all the times you tried to hurt my pride
E                                    A
For all the pain I held down deep inside


                             F#m
Things are lookin' up for me now
                   E
Seems like Karma's makin' its rounds
                                     A
Its my turn now, won't be held down no
                        F#m
Karma's gonna visit you too
                                 E
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
   G#m         A          B            E
I hope you do, I hope you do,I hope you do


   A                                E
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
       A                                   E
And on every page you see a big picture of me
    A                                      E
And under every picture the caption should read
    A         G#m           F#m         C#m
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me


A                                        F#m
Needed to make me weak to make you feel stronger
                                         C#m
I know y'all bitches think I'm somewhere dyin' inside
              A
Oh, yeah poor Kina, she went home
                        F#m
She couldn't take it no longer


                         G#m         A    B    E
But I'm, right here, I'm right here, Ohhhh, ohhh


   A                                E
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
       A                                   E
And on every page you see a big picture of me
    A                                      E
And under every picture the caption should read
    A         G#m           F#m         E (intro)
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me