Intro: Em Bm Em C B Em Bm Em C B A G Gbm Gbm Em G Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden Bm A Em Drinkin with my girlfriends on a Saturday night Em G This guy says, "come and meet my girlfriend" Bm A Em She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight D A Em So I say "hello" and I try to be nice D Eb D But I see he's feeling itchy D Em Trying to play us off each other, C B "Girls, girls, please don't fight" -you get the picture- Em G Hey you, the muscles and the long hair Bm A Em Telling me that women are superior to men Em G Most guys just don't appreciate this Bm A Em You just try convincing me you're better than them D A Em So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul D Eb D And his favorite subject is xxx D Em I don't think he even wanted it C B Whatever, Christ this guy's too much -I wanna tell him- C Em I'm as human as the next girl, C Em I like a bit of flattery C Em C B But I don't need your practiced lines, your school of charm mentality so C Em C Em Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more C Em When it comes to men like you, C I know the score, B Em I've heard it all before -Here comes the next one- Blondie was with me for a summer He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite I'm weak and he was so persistent He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight Em G Oh God, the boy had such an ego Bm A Em He liked to talk about himself all day and all night Em G You think you're such a ladykiller Bm A Em But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light D A Em When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself D Eb D And he's watching his reflection D Em I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself C B Here's seven years bad luck -I wanna tell him- C Em C Em When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity C Em C B But I don't need your practiced lines, your school of charm mentality so C Em C Em Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more C Em When it comes to men like you, C I know the score, B Em I've heard it all before Em G Bm C Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner, thinking that you're in there Em G Bm C Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super xxxx mister, call it what you will, oh Em G Bm C You think you're such a ladykiller, I just bet you're still there, posing in the mirror Em G Bm A Em Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller, but we know where he's coming from and we know the score.
