Chords for Mary Lambert - I Know Girls (Live on KEXP)
Tempo:
53.35 bpm
Chords used:
F
Am
Dm
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F] [Am] [F]
[Am] [F] I know girls who are trying [Am] to fit into the social norm like [F] squeezing in the last year's prom dress.
I know girls [Am] who are low rise, mac eye [F] shadow, and binge drinking.
I know girls [Am] that wonder if they're disaster [F] and sexy enough to fit in.
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the [Am] masks of their skin, playing Russian roulette with death.
It's never easy to [F] accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed.
But when do [Am] we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin, isn't it the same [F] thing as purging because we're so obsessed with death?
Some women just have [Am] more guts than others.
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot.
[F] We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at [Am] the morgue, still proceeding to put on
makeup, still hoping that the mortician [F] finds us sexy [Dm] and attractive.
We [F] might as well be buried [Am] with our shoes and handbags and scarves.
Girls, we flirt with death [F] every time we etch a new tally mark into [Dm] our skin.
I know [Am] how to split my wrist to reveal a battlefield too, but the time has come for us to [F] reclaim our bodies.
Our bodies deserve more than to be war [Am] torn and collateral, offering this as a pathetic
means to say, [F] [B] I only know how to exist when I am wanted.
[Am]
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you [F] know.
We're used up [Dm] and sad and [Am] drunk and perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick [A] up
and tell us that we [F] did good.
[C] We did good.
[A]
[F] I know what I am, I said I am.
[Am] I know what I am because I said I am.
[F] I know what I am because I said [Am] I am.
My body [F] is home.
My body [Am] is home.
[F] Try this.
Take your hands over your bumpy [Am] love body naked and remember the first time you touched
someone with the sole purpose [F] of learning all of them.
Touch them because the light was pretty on them and [Am] the dust and the sunlight danced
the way your heart did.
Touch yourself with a purpose.
[F] Your body is the most beautiful royal.
Fathers and uncles are [Am] not claiming your knife anymore, are not your razor, no, put the sharpness [F] back.
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin.
I once [Am] touched a tree with charred limbs.
The stem was still breathing but [F] the tops were just ashy remains.
I wonder what it's like to come back from that because [Am] sometimes I feel forest fires
erupting from my wrists and the smoke [F] signals sent out of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
[Dm] [Am]
Love your body the way your mother [B] loved your baby feet [G] and brother arm [Am] wrapping shoulders
and remember this [D] is important.
You are worth more than who you attract.
[Dm] You are worth more than a [Em] waistline.
You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts.
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows.
More than a man's whim or your father's mistake.
You are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4.
You are no less [N] valuable as a 32A than a 36C.
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood.
It is wisdom.
You are a tree stump with leaves sprouting out.
Reborn.
It's amazing.
Mary Lambert live on KEXP.
I Know Girls, Body Love, Right Before That, This Heart, both of those songs you can find
on the Letters Don't Talk EP.
And you mentioned a new, well She Keeps Me Warm coming out soon in June, right?
Is that like a single?
That will be the single, yeah.
What about an album coming out?
Hopefully, hopefully in a year.
You working on it?
Yeah.
Cool.
Well, again, thank you so much for stopping by.
The next show is at the Fremont Abbey on May 14th.
And again, Mary Lambert and band, thank you so much for playing live on KEXP this afternoon.
Thanks so much for having us.
[Am] [F] I know girls who are trying [Am] to fit into the social norm like [F] squeezing in the last year's prom dress.
I know girls [Am] who are low rise, mac eye [F] shadow, and binge drinking.
I know girls [Am] that wonder if they're disaster [F] and sexy enough to fit in.
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the [Am] masks of their skin, playing Russian roulette with death.
It's never easy to [F] accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed.
But when do [Am] we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin, isn't it the same [F] thing as purging because we're so obsessed with death?
Some women just have [Am] more guts than others.
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot.
[F] We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at [Am] the morgue, still proceeding to put on
makeup, still hoping that the mortician [F] finds us sexy [Dm] and attractive.
We [F] might as well be buried [Am] with our shoes and handbags and scarves.
Girls, we flirt with death [F] every time we etch a new tally mark into [Dm] our skin.
I know [Am] how to split my wrist to reveal a battlefield too, but the time has come for us to [F] reclaim our bodies.
Our bodies deserve more than to be war [Am] torn and collateral, offering this as a pathetic
means to say, [F] [B] I only know how to exist when I am wanted.
[Am]
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you [F] know.
We're used up [Dm] and sad and [Am] drunk and perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick [A] up
and tell us that we [F] did good.
[C] We did good.
[A]
[F] I know what I am, I said I am.
[Am] I know what I am because I said I am.
[F] I know what I am because I said [Am] I am.
My body [F] is home.
My body [Am] is home.
[F] Try this.
Take your hands over your bumpy [Am] love body naked and remember the first time you touched
someone with the sole purpose [F] of learning all of them.
Touch them because the light was pretty on them and [Am] the dust and the sunlight danced
the way your heart did.
Touch yourself with a purpose.
[F] Your body is the most beautiful royal.
Fathers and uncles are [Am] not claiming your knife anymore, are not your razor, no, put the sharpness [F] back.
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin.
I once [Am] touched a tree with charred limbs.
The stem was still breathing but [F] the tops were just ashy remains.
I wonder what it's like to come back from that because [Am] sometimes I feel forest fires
erupting from my wrists and the smoke [F] signals sent out of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
[Dm] [Am]
Love your body the way your mother [B] loved your baby feet [G] and brother arm [Am] wrapping shoulders
and remember this [D] is important.
You are worth more than who you attract.
[Dm] You are worth more than a [Em] waistline.
You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts.
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows.
More than a man's whim or your father's mistake.
You are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4.
You are no less [N] valuable as a 32A than a 36C.
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood.
It is wisdom.
You are a tree stump with leaves sprouting out.
Reborn.
It's amazing.
Mary Lambert live on KEXP.
I Know Girls, Body Love, Right Before That, This Heart, both of those songs you can find
on the Letters Don't Talk EP.
And you mentioned a new, well She Keeps Me Warm coming out soon in June, right?
Is that like a single?
That will be the single, yeah.
What about an album coming out?
Hopefully, hopefully in a year.
You working on it?
Yeah.
Cool.
Well, again, thank you so much for stopping by.
The next show is at the Fremont Abbey on May 14th.
And again, Mary Lambert and band, thank you so much for playing live on KEXP this afternoon.
Thanks so much for having us.
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [F] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [F] I know girls who are trying [Am] to fit into the social norm like [F] squeezing in the last year's prom dress.
I know girls [Am] who are low rise, mac eye [F] shadow, and binge drinking.
I know girls [Am] that wonder if they're disaster [F] and sexy enough to fit in.
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the [Am] masks of their skin, playing Russian roulette with death.
It's never easy to [F] accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed.
But when do [Am] we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin, isn't it the same [F] thing as purging because we're so obsessed with death?
Some women just have [Am] more guts than others.
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot.
[F] We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at [Am] the morgue, still proceeding to put on
makeup, still hoping that the mortician [F] finds us sexy [Dm] and attractive.
We [F] might as well be buried [Am] with our shoes and handbags and scarves.
Girls, we flirt with death [F] every time we etch a new tally mark into [Dm] our skin.
I know [Am] how to split my wrist to reveal a battlefield too, but the time has come for us to [F] reclaim our bodies.
Our bodies deserve more than to be war [Am] torn and collateral, offering this as a pathetic
means to say, [F] [B] I only know how to exist when I am wanted.
[Am] _
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you [F] know.
We're used up [Dm] and sad and [Am] drunk and perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick [A] up
and tell us that we [F] did good.
[C] We did good.
[A] _ _
_ [F] I know what I am, I said I am.
[Am] I know what I am because I said I am.
[F] I know what I am because I said [Am] I am. _
My body [F] is home.
My body [Am] is home. _
_ _ [F] Try this.
Take your hands over your bumpy [Am] love body naked and remember the first time you touched
someone with the sole purpose [F] of learning all of them.
Touch them because the light was pretty on them and [Am] the dust and the sunlight danced
the way your heart did.
Touch yourself with a purpose.
[F] Your body is the most beautiful royal.
Fathers and uncles are [Am] not claiming your knife anymore, are not your razor, no, put the sharpness [F] back.
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin.
I once [Am] touched a tree with charred limbs.
The stem was still breathing but [F] the tops were just ashy remains.
I wonder what it's like to come back from that because [Am] sometimes I feel forest fires
erupting from my wrists and the smoke [F] signals sent out of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
[Dm] _ [Am] _ _
Love your body the way your mother [B] loved your baby feet [G] and brother arm [Am] wrapping shoulders
and remember this [D] is important.
You are worth more than who you attract.
[Dm] You are worth more than a [Em] waistline.
You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts.
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows.
More than a man's whim or your father's mistake.
You are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4.
You are no less [N] valuable as a 32A than a 36C.
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood.
It is wisdom.
You are a tree stump with leaves sprouting out.
Reborn. _ _ _ _
_ It's amazing.
Mary Lambert live on KEXP.
I Know Girls, Body Love, Right Before That, This Heart, both of those songs you can find
on the Letters Don't Talk EP.
And you mentioned a new, well She Keeps Me Warm coming out soon in June, right?
Is that like a single?
That will be the single, yeah.
What about an album coming out?
Hopefully, hopefully in a year.
You working on it?
Yeah.
Cool.
Well, again, thank you so much for stopping by.
The next show is at the Fremont Abbey on May 14th.
And again, Mary Lambert and band, thank you so much for playing live on KEXP this afternoon.
Thanks so much for having us. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [F] I know girls who are trying [Am] to fit into the social norm like [F] squeezing in the last year's prom dress.
I know girls [Am] who are low rise, mac eye [F] shadow, and binge drinking.
I know girls [Am] that wonder if they're disaster [F] and sexy enough to fit in.
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the [Am] masks of their skin, playing Russian roulette with death.
It's never easy to [F] accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed.
But when do [Am] we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin, isn't it the same [F] thing as purging because we're so obsessed with death?
Some women just have [Am] more guts than others.
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot.
[F] We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at [Am] the morgue, still proceeding to put on
makeup, still hoping that the mortician [F] finds us sexy [Dm] and attractive.
We [F] might as well be buried [Am] with our shoes and handbags and scarves.
Girls, we flirt with death [F] every time we etch a new tally mark into [Dm] our skin.
I know [Am] how to split my wrist to reveal a battlefield too, but the time has come for us to [F] reclaim our bodies.
Our bodies deserve more than to be war [Am] torn and collateral, offering this as a pathetic
means to say, [F] [B] I only know how to exist when I am wanted.
[Am] _
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you [F] know.
We're used up [Dm] and sad and [Am] drunk and perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick [A] up
and tell us that we [F] did good.
[C] We did good.
[A] _ _
_ [F] I know what I am, I said I am.
[Am] I know what I am because I said I am.
[F] I know what I am because I said [Am] I am. _
My body [F] is home.
My body [Am] is home. _
_ _ [F] Try this.
Take your hands over your bumpy [Am] love body naked and remember the first time you touched
someone with the sole purpose [F] of learning all of them.
Touch them because the light was pretty on them and [Am] the dust and the sunlight danced
the way your heart did.
Touch yourself with a purpose.
[F] Your body is the most beautiful royal.
Fathers and uncles are [Am] not claiming your knife anymore, are not your razor, no, put the sharpness [F] back.
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin.
I once [Am] touched a tree with charred limbs.
The stem was still breathing but [F] the tops were just ashy remains.
I wonder what it's like to come back from that because [Am] sometimes I feel forest fires
erupting from my wrists and the smoke [F] signals sent out of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
[Dm] _ [Am] _ _
Love your body the way your mother [B] loved your baby feet [G] and brother arm [Am] wrapping shoulders
and remember this [D] is important.
You are worth more than who you attract.
[Dm] You are worth more than a [Em] waistline.
You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts.
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows.
More than a man's whim or your father's mistake.
You are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4.
You are no less [N] valuable as a 32A than a 36C.
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood.
It is wisdom.
You are a tree stump with leaves sprouting out.
Reborn. _ _ _ _
_ It's amazing.
Mary Lambert live on KEXP.
I Know Girls, Body Love, Right Before That, This Heart, both of those songs you can find
on the Letters Don't Talk EP.
And you mentioned a new, well She Keeps Me Warm coming out soon in June, right?
Is that like a single?
That will be the single, yeah.
What about an album coming out?
Hopefully, hopefully in a year.
You working on it?
Yeah.
Cool.
Well, again, thank you so much for stopping by.
The next show is at the Fremont Abbey on May 14th.
And again, Mary Lambert and band, thank you so much for playing live on KEXP this afternoon.
Thanks so much for having us. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _