Poe - Hey Pretty (Drive-By 2001 Mix) Chords

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[Em] _ _ Kiri suggested we go for a [Bm] drive in her new two-door [Em] BMW Coupe.
[A] In the parking lot, we
slipped into her bucket seats.
Kiri took over from [Em] there.
At nearly ninety miles per hour,
she zipped us up to that windy edge known as Somme's Mulholland, [D] City was [A] Road running
the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains, where she then [Em] proceeded to pump her vehicle in
and out of turns, sometimes dropping down to fifty miles per hour only to [A] immediately
cut it back up to ninety again.
Fast, slow, fast, fast, slow, [Em] sometimes a wide turn, sometimes
a quick one, she preferred the tighter ones, the sharp, controlled jerks, swinging [A] left
or right before driving back to the right, only so she could do it all over [Em] again, until
after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect,
taking [E] me to parts of the city I rarely think [A] of and never visit, I heard her say,
[Em] _ _ _ Hey pretty, don't you [G] wanna [C#m] take a ride [A] in my [Am] _ Ferrari? _
[Em] _ Hey pretty, _ don't you wanna
take [A] a slide in my Ferrari? _
[G] She went.
[Em] _ I can't remember the inane things I started babbling
about then, I know it didn't really matter, she [A] wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on
the emergency brake, dropped her seat [Em] back, and told me to lie on top of her, [G] on top of
those leather pants of hers, her [B] hands immediately guiding [Em] mine over those soft, [A] slightly oily
folds, positioning my fingers on the shiny metal [Em] tabs, small and round like a tear, then
murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her lips [A] tremble against
my ear, she seemed far, far [Em] away.
Finish it, she said, which I did, lightly, until she
also said, Pull it, which I also did, gently parting [A] the teeth, one at a time, down under
beneath the longest [Em] unzipping of my life.
Hey pretty, _ don't you wanna take a [A] ride in
my Ferrari?
[Am] _ _ [Em] Hey _ _ pretty, _ don't you wanna [A] take a slide in [Em] my Ferrari?
_ _ Hey pretty, my pretty
[A] baby, _ [Am] don't you wanna [Em] ride in my Ferrari?
Hey pretty, my pretty [A] baby. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ We never even
kissed [Em] or looked into each other's eyes, our lips [D] just trespassed on those [C] inner labyrinths
hidden deep within our ears, filled them with the private [Bm] music of [D] wicked words, hers in
many [G] languages, mine in the off-color of my only tongue.
Two bad, dark [D#] languages rarely
[A] [Em] survived.
Hey pretty, _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[Am] don't you [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ wanna take [A] a ride in my Ferrari?
Hey pretty, don't you
wanna [Em] take a ride in my Ferrari?
Hey _ _ pretty, [A] don't you wanna [Am] take a _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
ride in my Ferrari?
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_ _ _ [Em] Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride in my Ferrari? _ _
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