Beyoncé – Daughter (Guitar)

     Am                            C
Your body laid out on these filthy floors

     C                 E         Am
Your bloodstains on my custom coutures

F                               C
Bathroom attendant let me right in

              E
She was a big fan

Am                          C
     I really tried to stay cool

         C         E            Am
But your arrogance disturbed my solitude

       F                                         C
Now I ripped your dress and you're all black and blue

                     E
Look what you made me do

           Dm                                  Am
They keep sayin' that I ain't nothin' like my father

            E                                  Am
But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

        Dm                         Am
If you cross me, I'm just like my father

     E                   Am
I am colder than Titanic water

                          Dm                    Am
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head

(Am)
     They ain't ever been safe ones

        E
I don't fellowship with these fakе ones

                          Am              Dm
So let's travel to whitе chapels and sing hymns

     Am
Hold rosaries, and sing in stained glass symphonies

E                                   Am
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair

(Am)               C
    I sashayed my dress

       C                    E            Am
Did my best impression of a damsel in distress

      F                   C
This alcohol and smell of regret

        E
Allured my catch

Am                          C
Outfit too small to hide my scars

        C               E              Am
Feelin' bottled up like bottle service broads

F                        C
How long can he hold his breath

           E
Before his death?

Dm       Am
Caro mio ben

E       Am
Credimi almen

Dm       Am
Senza di te

E            Am
Languisce il cor

Dm       Am
Il tuo fedel

E         Am
Sospira ognor

Dm       Am
Cessa, crudel

E       Am
Tanto rigor

Dm   Am  E  Am  Dm  Am  E  Am
Ooh, ooh

                          Dm                    Am
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head

(Am)
     They ain't ever been safe ones

        E
I don't fellowship with these fakе ones

                          Am              Dm
So let's travel to whitе chapels and sing hymns

     Am
Hold rosaries, and sing in stained glass symphonies

E                                   Am
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair

           Dm                                  Am
They keep sayin' that I ain't nothin' like my father

            E                                  Am
But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

       Dm                         Am
Double cross me, I'm just like my father

     E                   Am
I am colder than Titanic water