I'm too thin
Like a small thumbeline
You can win
Me in gum ball machine
You gonna put me in your pocket
Have your photo in my locket
Call me little stupid
But that don't change that Cupid
Hurt you with his arrow
Can I borrow your heart?
You promise me with pinky finger love me for [Dm7]the last breath
Love me in the sickness and [Bm]love me in the health
You said:
"No matter how much wedding costs, 'cause you're my [A]biggest wealth"
And then:
"I don't love you [A7anymore so that's the ɾeason [C7]for [Dm7]your death"
For your death
For your death
You make me feel like [F]thumbelina from fairytale
Too small, too scared to [C7]say something to [C7]a big male
And all [Em]my [A]fears becomes worse and [Bm]worse
Because you've always said it's just a youthful outburst
You promise me with pinky finger love me for [Dm7]the last breath
Love me in the sickness and [Bm]love me in the health
You said:
"No matter how much wedding costs, 'cause you're my [A]biggest wealth"
And then:
"I don't love you [A7anymore so that's the ɾeason [C7]for [Dm7]your death"
For your death
For your death
In this pink glasses it's hard to [C7]see that you [A7an asshole, f*ck you