A 

Verse 
A 
My eyelashes are seven feet long, people stop, they stop and stare 
A                                         F#m                          D 
They wanna know if I got 'em glued on but I woke up and they were there 
A 
I was born with make up on, mani-pedi and everything 
A                               F#m              D 
Normal babies whine and cry but I could only sing 

Pre-Chorus 
F#m                                 D 
You don't even know what to do with me 
F#m                           D          E 
I came from your cotton candy dreams, oh 

Chorus 
A                                                 F#m 
I'm softer than a daisy, if you cut me I'll bleed pink 
                   D            Aaug            A 
I'm bleach blonde, baby, that's how God made me 
A 
Not everyone was born this perfect 
                            F#m 
But, it's just my burden to bear 
                   D            Aaug           A 
I'm bleach blonde, baby, that's how God made me 

Verse 
A 
Say my name three times and I will grant your every wish 
A                                  F#m                 D 
Think of me before you sleep and taste my angel's kiss 
A 
One day my face will be on a million dollar bill 
A                        F#m                       D 
Being flawless everyday, well, that's my only skill 

Pre-Chorus 
F#m                                 D 
You don't even know what to do with me 
F#m                           D          E 
I came from your cotton candy dreams, oh 

Chorus 
A                                                 F#m 
I'm softer than a daisy, if you cut me I'll bleed pink 
                   D            Aaug            A 
I'm bleach blonde, baby, that's how God made me 
A 
Not everyone was born this perfect 
                            F#m 
But, it's just my burden to bear 
                   D            Aaug           A 
I'm bleach blonde, baby, that's how God made me 

Bridge 
F#m             A      Bm   C#m 
They say maybe she was born with it 
F#m                A      Bm C#m 
They say how could she be so legit 
F#m             A      Bm   C#m 
They say maybe she was born with it 
F#m            A     E 
Well it's true, I was 

Final Chorus 
B                       E                         G#m 
I'm softer than a daisy, if you cut me I'll bleed pink 
                   E            F#             B 
I'm bleach blonde, baby, that's how God made me 
B                                 E 
Not everyone was born this perfect 
          F#                G#m 
But, it's just my burden to bear 
    F#             E            F#             B 
I'm bleach blonde, baby, that's how God made me