Charlotte's Hymn chords and lyrics - PENELOPE SCOTT

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[Verse 1]
[C]So what is it that makes me the fool?
[F]What does she have that [C]I lack?
Why is my last name a
tease and a wound?
And my [F]first name is nothing [C]but trash?
Silly for caring, for nesting,
for cracking
[F]My sturdy chest opened for [C]you
Silly bitch making the cringy mistake
Of [F]doing what [G]good women [C]do

[Verse 2]
The [F]hang of my breast,
my [C]creases and lines
The [G]flesh of a woman, a mother di[C]vine
[G]The [F]hang of your head,
[C]hanged for your crimes
The [G]rage of a mother, the gruesome di[C]vine

[Verse 3]
[C]So [F]damn [C]you, so damn you [E]all
May God strike [F]you down
[Fm]May he render you [C]small[G]
[Am]I can'[G]t tell[C] you how angry I am[E]
I'll never for[F]give [Fm]that
respectable [C]man

[Verse 4]
[C]Lo' in the morning, [F]Dolores on paper
Lol[C]ita in [G]my lovely [C]home
Once locked and grumpy,
[F]a storm of a girl
[C]Angry and ready [G]to go
[C]One half my love, one [F]half my mistakes
And [C]one half [E]the light of my [Am]life[A]
[Dm]More than the sum of her [C]infinite parts
A slice of the [G]grue[F]some [G]di [C]vine

[Verse 5]
The [F]hang of my flesh, my [C]creases and lines
A [G]body, a woman, a mother divine
[C]The[G] hang o[F]f your head,
[C]hanged for your crimes
The [G]rage of a woman,
the gruesome di[C]vine[F]

[Verse 6]
Goddamn [C]you, goddamn you [E]all
May he strike [F]you down
[Fm]May he make you so s[C]mall[G]
And [Am]I co[G]uldn't tel[C]l you,
how fucking angry [E]I am
I'll never for[F]give [Fm]the
respectable [C]man

[Verse 7]
[C]What is a woman, what is a girl?
[F]What is a person at [C]all?
Precious and sacred and terror and mess
A [F]storm in a jar [G]at the [C]mall
Tell her you love her
and tell her you hate her
But [F]I don't think you've ever [Am]met
[C]Networks of bugs who conspire to exploit
The [F]prize of my love [G]and my [C]sweat
The [Dm]look in my eyes, my

[Verse 8]
[C]
creases and lines
The flesh [G]of a woman, a mother [C]di vine
The [F]hang of your head,
[C]hanged for your crimes
The [G]rage of a mother, the gruesome divine
[C]God[F]damn

[Verse 9]
[C]you, God help us [E]all
May he strike you [F]down
[Fm]May he render you [C]small[G]
[Am]I ca[G]nnot tel[C]l you how
fucking angry [E]I am
I'll never for[F]give,
I [Fm]don't think that I [C]can[G]
[Am]Starved [G]in your

[Verse 10]
[C]soul and so arrogant, [E]still
That you've never known [F]peace
[Fm]and you never will[C][G]
[Am]Fail[G]ing and [C]flailing with
your head in [E]the sand
And still so con[F]tent to [Fm]decide what I
[C]am

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