Sticks Stones

(intro) Dm  C  Bb  F

    Dm                        C                     Bb                  F
Couldn't you tell lies to me?, Couldn't you say I'm pretty? Now that's enough.
       Dm                        C                               Bb                          
Tells me that she hates the play ground, How can they hurt, words are just sounds? so take 
      F
your shot.
        Gm                                Bb                         F
I don't want them to see that they're making it hard for me, at home I cry
F                                       Cm               Eb
Bet that you think that you're on your own and you've no one's hand to hold
  Bb                            F
Sticks and stones hurt just a little,
F                                     Cm                                Eb
Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same? Don't surrender - don't you change
  Bb                            Dm    C             Bb         F
Sticks and stones hurt just a little. They hurt just a little.



F          Dm                      C     Dm       C                Bb          F
With all the mean words they're ugly, starting to see I'm lucky and that's enough.
F          Dm                      C     Dm       C                Bb          F
I'd rather be alone in my world, I'd rather be the girl that gets hurt;  so take your shot!
        Gm                                Bb                         F
I don't want them to see that they're making it hard for me, at home I cry
F                                       Cm               Eb
Bet that you think that you're on your own and you've no one's hand to hold
  Bb                            F
Sticks and stones hurt just a little,
F                                     Cm                                Eb
Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same? Don't surrender - don't you change
  Bb                            Dm
Sticks and stones hurt just a little.

Bb
Too young to buy my own bottle of vodka so I'd beg the driver "Please, I need another"
     Dm
How funny that I was too young for so many things

Yet you thought I'd cope with being told  I'm ugly
   Bb
Over and over I'd read it believe it, said no to the shrink I can fix me I think

     Dm
I got friends in my head they've got me on the mend, I am pretty in my mirror, easy to pretend!
      Bb
17 and thought that I'd won the jackpot, seems I didn't read between the lines of this one
    C
I can't think why I could of made you so, so angry
C                                              F
Your bullets I don't feel them - come on and fire at me
F                                       Cm               Eb
Bet that you think that you're on your own and you've no one's hand to hold
  Bb                            F
Sticks and stones hurt just a little,
F                                     Cm                                Eb
Wouldn't it be wrong if we're all the same? Don't surrender - don't you change
  Bb                            D      c
Sticks and stones hurt just a little.
C                Bb     F
They hurt just a little.