She's My Most Intimate Friend chords by Bruz Fletcher

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Verse 1
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She's my most intimate friend,
and naturally I shan't say a word.
It doesn't make a bit of
difference to me
what the papers are printed
or what anyone's heard.
I like her.
Of course, I don't entirely
approve
of her killing her husband,
but nevertheless,
he was a logical person for her to kill,
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D 
and she did do it nicely,
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we all must confess.
D 
She's never been mentally sound,
you know.
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D 
As a child, she had a murderous trend.
I was with her when she,
when her brother fell in the well.
Of course I'd never admit it.
A 
She's my most intimate friend.
D 
Her mother was that sexy Amy
Tittlemouse.
You remember we all found
her rather queer.
And her father is a manic depressive.
A 
Why hadn't you heard
D 
A 
he's been in San Quentin
for over a year?
So she comes by it naturally.
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Em 
She's such a pretty girl too.
D 
I  thought it was disgusting of that physician
to feel compelled to tell
A 
everyone in the court
D 
about her incurable poisonous
A 
ivy condition.
D 
She had so many bows.
I think he did it for an ad,
a wretched trick to further his own end.
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He got every man in town for a patient.
D 
Of course, I knew it was true.
A 
She's my most intimate friend.
D 
And after all, I did try to defend her.
A 
D 
I said she was drunk when she shot him,
why she'd been drinking
like crazy for days.
She was blind.
It's miraculous,
A 
really, that she got him.
And dope.
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D 
Lord, she has stuck herself with
that needle.
So many holes front and back.
If she had any inner radiance,
she'd be a living tower
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of jewels.
D 
It's a shame for the tourists
A 
that her soul is so black.
I like her.
D 
There isn't anybody in the world
that could get me to say one thing
about her.
She's what she is,
and, of course,
she'll never mend.
She's an intro -ultra -extrovert,
but so what?
A 
She's my most intimate friend.
D 
I know she's diseased.
I know she's insane.
I know she can only be appeased
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D 
with a lash and champagne.
I know Wellesley fired her
Em 
for her actions with the girls,
D 
and I know what inspired her
to poison her mother.
She wanted the pearls.
I know all about the battalion
A 
that she left too weak to
walk.
D 
And  I know about the stallion,
though that was only talk.
Em 
A 
I know they call her house the hutch
D 
and compare her to the rabbit,
B 
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D 
and I know exactly just how much black
A 
magic  she does on the Sabbath.
D 
In fact, I know a lot of
things I could tell if I would,
D 
but a gossip  I never  will end.
Em 
Wild horses couldn't drag
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one word from my mouth.
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D 
After all, she's my most intimate friend.