Bloodhound Gang - American Bitches, аккорды

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Raise your hand if you like American bitches
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Locked in girl on girl kisses
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Well, I Do
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You're just mad you can't score American bitches
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So you're blowing up shit, which
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Just goes to prove

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That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
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Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
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What kind of a man sits Indian style?

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Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
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Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
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Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
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Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
verse 2
Trust me holmes, you would kill for American bitches
And the freedom of tits if
You only knew, who-hoo

That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)

Chorus

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Come to Infidelphia
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And fall in love with the unholy
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My boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie
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Just
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Don't bring up
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What that club
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You belong to does...
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Dungeons & Dragons
Chorus
Outro
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Where I come from bras are booby traps
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 x4
And soft targets have a bikini wax