F         Am        Bb 
You’re cussing a storm in a cocktail dress 
     F           Am        Bb  
your mother wore       when she was young
F            Am       Bb 
Red southern saint around   your neck
  F      Am       Bb 
a wet martini in a paper cup

            F      C        Bb  
You’re a wasp nest
            F      C        Bb  
You’re a wasp nest

     F        Am       Bb  
Your eyes are broken bottles
F       Am          Bb 
   And I’m afraid to ask
    F         Am      Bb 
And all your wrath and cutting beauty
       F      Am           Bb 
You’re poison in the pretty glass

            F      C        Bb  
You’re a wasp nest
            F      C        Bb  
You’re a wasp nest

       F           C        Bb 
You’re all humming      live     wires 
F          C              Bb 
under your killing clothes.
F        C         Bb 
Get over here, I wanna 
F         C            Bb 
kiss your skinny throat

            F     C        Bb  
You’re a wasp nest
            F     C        Bb  
You’re a wasp nest    
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