A Well it's out of the frying D pan and into the fire A You bent over, baby, and let me be the driver Just a cut of pink, D wouldn't believe me if I told you A But this time you bit off more than you can chew D A My my, yeah, just listen to this, babe F#m G I got nasty habits, it's a fine line F#m G So many girls and so little time F#m When love rears its head, G I want to get on your case F#m G Ooh baby, wanna put my log in your fireplace E Maybe baby, you want to get played Chorus: A G A A G D Burn bitch burn, oooh, burn bitch burn, oooh A G A A G E Burn bitch burn, oooh, burn bitch burn Well it's an act of thrust and anyway you slice it No sticks and stones, no kicks and groans can hide it So why kid yourself, it's so cut and dry Your body's condemned, and figures don't lie Going cover my class, won't sit up and beg Got to keep my tail between my legs You're cutting off your nose to spite your face Ooh babe, going put you in your place So burn bitch burn, oooh - well the heels are stacked now Burn bitch burn, oooh - and there's nothing you can do Burn bitch burn, oooh - so don't burn your bridges Burn bitch burn - we're all through We are all through baby, so just burn Chorus - x2 Well the heels are stacked against you Don't burn your bridges, we're all through Hey babe and there's nothing you can do Burn bitch burn, oooh - and there's nothing you can do babe Burn bitch burn, oooh - we're all through Burn bitch burn, oooh - ooh burn, burn my baby Burn bitch burn, oooh - yeah | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E F#m G |