Verse 1
Gm Dm
It's just a crush, don't beat yourself up
Am Dm
Don't beat yourself up, don't beat yourself up
Gm Dm
It's just a crush, don't beat yourself up
Am Dm
Don't beat yourself up, don't beat yourself up
Pre-Chorus
C F
She's not your average station vixen
Am Dm
Or a manic pixie dream girl
C F
She's a mimeogragh, not a blot on your past
Am Dm
And you cannot leave her vision
Gm Dm
She's Divine Simulacrum
Gm Dm
And you can't help your attraction
C F
She's divine, she was made for you
A
And it could be so good
Gm Dm
She's Divine Simulacrum
Gm Dm
And you can't help your attraction
C F B Gm
She's divine, she was made for you, oooh
C F B Gm
She's divine, she was made for you, oooh
F Gm
So pull out the tacks
F Gm
That's no way to react
F Gm Am Dm
Pull out the racks, that's no way to react
F Gm Am Dm
That's no way to react to Divine Simulacrum
F Gm Am Dm
Pull out the racks, that's no way to react
F Gm Am Dm
That's no way to react to Divine Simulacrum