Too Good At Raising Hell — The Struts

[Verse 1]
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Designer suits, Gucci gloves, Chelsea boots
         C
All my demons are cocaine-fueled electric cool
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Sugar tooth, caramel, silky smooth
       C
Diving into Clase Azul swimming pools
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Sex so good make the neighbors smoke a cigarette
     C
But I'm still bored to death

[Chorus]
                   G         F                   C
Think I’m getting too good, too good at raising hell

But I'm wearing it well
             G         F                   C
I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell

Oh, I’m ringing the bell

[Verse 2]
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I run a hotel without any beds
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Run a catwalk without any threads
C
Driving myself right into the storm

Burning my cash to keep myself warm
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Staying at the party when everyone's lеft
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What a good life, I'm living my best
 C
I'm still bored to dеath

[Chorus]
                   G         F                   C
Think I’m getting too good, too good at raising hell

But I'm wearing it well
             G         F                   C
I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell

Oh, I’m ringing the bell
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It’s a little too easy, getting harder to please me
                 C
I know you’re starving to feed me, you know that you need me
             G         F                   C
I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell

[Chorus]
                   G         F                   C
Think I’m getting too good, too good at raising hell

But I'm wearing it well
             G         F                   C
I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell

Oh, I’m ringing the bell
         G                        F
It’s a little too easy, getting harder to please me
                 C
I know you’re starving to feed me, you know that you need me
             G         F                   C
I'm getting too good, too good at raising hell

[Outro]

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