Nitemare Hippy Girl Tabulatur von Beck

A#     A
She took me off my guard with disappointment
      A#       A       A#   A
I got sucked inside of her apartment
          A#       A        A#    A
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
  A#     A              A#        A       C
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin
         G         F     C 
She's a nightmare Hippy girl
                G            F        C
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
         G          F        C
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
     G                F         Am           C    F    Am
Self-conscious and a little bit . . . moody 

       A#      A       A#    A
It's a new age letdown in my face
      A#        A             A#       A
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
          A#  A            A#       A
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
    A#          A
I'm caught in a vortex
      A#           A      C
She's changing' my style

         G         F     C
She's a nightmare Hippy girl
                G            F        C
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
         G          F        C
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
  G           F          Am             C
Uptight and a little bit . . . snooty

       F       Am     C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

        G        F          C
She's a magical, sparkling' tease
        G       F            C
She's a rainbow choking' the breeze
          G            F        C
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene
     G         F     C
With nightmare bogus poetry
        G         F           C
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
          G       F     C
She's the science of herself
               G        F      C
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
          G          F        C
And she's meditating with the devil
      G       F         C
She's cooking salad for breakfast
          G        F       C
She's got tofu the size of Texas
        G          F       C
She's a witness to her own glory
        G     F      C
She's a never-ending story
        G     F         C
She's a frolicking depression
        G      F           C
She's a self-inflicted obsession
            G        F      C
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
               G           F        C
She's playing' footsie in another dimension
        G       F           C
She's a goddess milking her time

    F              Am
For all that it's worth