These are The Feminine Urge chords by The Last Dinner Party on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard.
[Verse 1] Bm A room at dusk A Mastering the art of lying still Em Breathe like a girl G Til my lungs fill Bm Oh pull your boots on boys A And push me down Em I’m only here for G your entertainment [Chorus] Gm I am a dark red liver stretched out on a rock F#m All the poison I convert D it and I turn it to love Em Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well G To nurture the wounds my mother held D Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all Am Ain\'t it fun to hold the world in your hand? G Do you feel like a man when I can’t talk back? Gm Do you want me or do you want control? D Failure to commit to the role, I admit Am Was a failure you achieved on your own G Do you want me to care when you just disappear? Gm I can’t win them all
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[Verse 2] Bm Run \'til I fall A How I wish the trees would swallow me Em Make me a forest G Take away my soul Bm I could never give The curse of her A I- I could never live Em with the guilt of lying G That people are kind [Chorus] Gm I am a dark red liver Stretched out on the rocks F#m All the poison I convert D it and I turn it to love Em Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well G To nurture the wounds my mother held D Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all Am Ain\'t it fun to hold the world in your hand? G Do you feel like a man when I can’t talk back? Gm Do you want me or do you want control? D Failure to commit to the role, I admit Am Was a failure you achieved on your own G Do you want me to care when you just disappear? Gm I can’t win them all
[Chorus] Gm I am a dark red liver (ooh) Stretched out on the rocks (oh-oh-ooh) F#m All the poison I convert D it and I turn it to love (ooh-oh-ooh-ooh) Em Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well (oh-oh-ooh) G To nurture the wounds Gm Give me that dark red liquor Stretched out on the rocks F#m All the poison I convert D it and I turn it to love Em Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well G To nurture the wounds my mother held
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