Scotch on ice by Golden Smog
Note: There is a little intro before the chord intro that i did not figure out,
nor do I really intend to. There are also a couple of hammer-ons and pull-offs in
certain parts of the song after playing the D and A chords. Just listen to the
song and you can figure it out.
Intro: ///
She down on my socks, getting ice for my scotch, never bending my ear,
just chillin my beers.
She doesn’t say much, she’s cold to the touch, sometimes it's rough,
with her handcuffs and stuff.
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
She feels so real, just don't look into her eyes.
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If I come home late, the love is still great, doesn't follow the trends,
but my how she bends.
She likes it on top, little cream of the crop, and it's getting better.
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
She feels so real, just don't look into her eyes.
Oh oh, she gives me so much pleasure.
Oh oh, I wish you were alive.
Oh oh, it gives me so much pleasure.
Oh oh, it makes me feel alive.
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
She feels so real, just don't look into her eyes.
Oh oh, you give me so much pleasure.
Oh oh, I wish you were alive.
Oh oh, it gives me so much pleasure.
Oh oh, it makes me feel alive.
She comes in a box, my own private fox, she's pretty in pink,
she cleans in the sink
She doesn’t say much, she’s cold to the touch, doesn't complain,
I travel to Spain.
She likes it rough, with her handcuffs and stuff, she comes up tough,
she's the cream of the crop
She down on my socks, getting ice for my scotch, never bending my ear,
just chillin my beers.
(FADE OUT)