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