she cuts her own fringe
A D
She's in a league of her own
G
She wears cotton wool under her headphones
A D
She keeps her shoes in the fridge
G A
She says to swear at dogs is a sacrilege
D B7
And maybe I'm just a sucker for a girl
E
Who puts pictures of soap over the bathroom door
Cm
So she knows when to buy some more
G D Em
'Cos she cuts her own fringe
Bm
And sometimes her sleeve is singed
C
From cooking her dinner
D Em D
Dressed in her Saturday things
G
She cuts her own fringe
A D
She keeps her phone in a tin
G
So that the ringer sounds like an alien
A D G
Taught her canary to sing "Ace of Spades"
A
And then to trash its cage
D
She's the kind of girl you would suffer for
B7
As long as she kept making as she slept
E
That strange little claw
Cm
That she hooks up around her jaw
G D Em
'Cos she cuts her own fringe
Bm
And sometimes her sleeve is singed
C
From cooking her dinner
D Em D
Dressed in her Saturday things
G
She cuts her own fringe
D#m A#m D#m
And I gave her my heart
F# C#m B
She likes it a lot
A#mb5 D
Says it's the best one she's got
Instrumental Break:
G D Em Bm C D Em D
G D Em
'Cos she cuts her own fringe
Bm
And sometimes the cuttings cling
C D Em
Onto her eybrows and end up afloat in her drink
Am D
It's enough to send all those anonymous addicts
Em D
Back on the binge
G
'Cos she cuts her own fringe
Transcribed by Laurence Booth