Scotch on ice by Golden Smog
Note: There is a little intro before the chord intro that i did not figure out,
nor do I really intend to. There are also a couple of hammer-ons and pull-offs in
certain parts of the song after playing the D and A chords. Just listen to the
song and you can figure it out.
Intro: ///
She down on my socks, getting ice for my scotch, never bending my ear,
just chillin my beers.
She doesnât say much, sheâs cold to the touch, sometimes it s rough,
with her handcuffs and stuff.
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
She feels so real, just don t look into her eyes.
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If I come home late, the love is still great, doesn t follow the trends,
but my how she bends.
She likes it on top, little cream of the crop, and it s getting better.
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
She feels so real, just don t look into her eyes.
Oh oh, she gives me so much pleasure.
Oh oh, I wish you were alive.
Oh oh, it gives me so much pleasure.
Oh oh, it makes me feel alive.
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
She feels so real, just don t look into her eyes.
Oh oh, you give me so much pleasure.
Oh oh, I wish you were alive.
Oh oh, it gives me so much pleasure.
Oh oh, it makes me feel alive.
She comes in a box, my own private fox, she s pretty in pink,
she cleans in the sink
She doesnât say much, sheâs cold to the touch, doesn t complain,
I travel to Spain.
She likes it rough, with her handcuffs and stuff, she comes up tough,
she s the cream of the crop
She down on my socks, getting ice for my scotch, never bending my ear,
just chillin my beers.
(FADE OUT)