C  F  Am
……….
C  F  Am
……….

[Verse 1]
                C                F  
I wasn’t gonna say this but it seems to be the last
  Am
Thing I hold against you and I wanna make it past
 C                             F
Hating every guy who plays guitar with curly hair
        Am
I’m a grown-ass woman, why the **** Am I so scared?
     C          F      Am
Like your words cut me like razors from your teeth and
C           F         Am 
..Your words ****** me so bad I’m still sorry that

[Chorus]
C               F           Am
..I’m not your type (Oh-oh, oh)
                           
Three years gone by, did I forget to mention
C              F           Am
..Almost your wife (Oh-oh, oh)

You run and hide if it’s not ******’ perfect
C                          F
..Go and tell me that you hated every minute that
     Am
You took my clothes off and I let you inside
C                             F
..Stupid boy, you take that **** down to your grave
             Am
‘Cause your words hurt more than pain
           G                      C    F  Am  
If you need advice, next time just lie, mhm

[Verse 2]
                    C                  F 
I hope your parents hear this so they see just who you are
          Am
‘Cause I kept my mouth shut and I played my stupid part
     C                                 F 
But you don’t get to say that “Oh, we just didn’t work out”
             Am
While I’m crying on the floor, contemplating getting out and

[Pre-Chorus]
C           F           Am
..Your words cut me like razors from your teeth
C           F         Am 
..Your words ****** me so bad I’m still sorry that

[Chorus]
C               F           Am
..I’m not your type (Oh-oh, oh)
                           
Three years gone by, did I forget to mention
C              F           Am
..Almost your wife (Oh-oh, oh)

You run and hide if it’s not ******’ perfect
C                          F
..Go and tell me that you hated every minute that
     Am
You took my clothes off and I let you inside
C                             F
..Stupid boy, you take that **** down to your grave
             Am
‘Cause your words hurt more than pain
           G                      C    F  Am  
If you need advice, next time just lie,…..
              C   F  Am 
Next time just lie…..

[Outro]
     F                                 G 
And you came out the good guy while I had to play pretend
            Am                        G            
That we’re better off his exes, I’m okay with being friends
       F                            G            
But I hate your ******* guts, flew halfway around the world
           Am                 C       
Looked at rings in Italy, oh God we were so good
     F                              G   
But you don’t Do that ****, if you don’t really mean it
          Am                                           C    F G Am  F G Am  
Then you turn around and tell me that you didn’t feel it, ooh, ooh………
              C 
Next time just lie