Golden Smog - Scotch On Ice Chords

                                   
                                Scotch on ice by Golden Smog

Note: There is a little intro before the chord intro that i did not figure out, 
nor do I really intend to. There are also a couple of hammer-ons and pull-offs in 
certain parts of the song after playing the D and A chords. Just listen to the 
song and you can figure it out.

Intro:  D/F#m/G/A    

D               F#m                       G                       A
She down on my socks, getting ice for my scotch, never bending my ear,  
                  D
just chillin my beers.
D                F#m                     G                       A
She doesn’t say much, she’s cold to the touch, sometimes it's rough,
                          D
with her handcuffs and stuff.
F                G                      D
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
F             G                C             A
She feels so real, just don't look into her eyes.

D/F#m/G/A

D               F#m                     G                           A
If I come home late, the love is still great, doesn't follow the trends, 
                D
but my how she bends.
D               F#m                      G                A
She likes it on top, little cream of the crop, and it's getting better.
F                G                      D
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
F             G                C             A
She feels so real, just don't look into her eyes.
D  F#m      G                A
Oh oh, she gives me so much pleasure.
D  F#m     G             A
Oh oh, I wish you were alive.
D  F#m      G                A
Oh oh, it gives me so much pleasure.
D  F#m     G             A
Oh oh, it makes me feel alive.
F                G                      D
She likes what i got, she takes what i give her.
F             G                C             A
She feels so real, just don't look into her eyes.
D  F#m      G                A
Oh oh, you give me so much pleasure.
D  F#m     G             A
Oh oh, I wish you were alive.
D  F#m      G                A
Oh oh, it gives me so much pleasure.
D  F#m     G             A
Oh oh, it makes me feel alive.
D              F#m                  G                     A
She comes in a box, my own private fox, she's pretty in pink, 
                    D
she cleans in the sink
D               F#m                       G                A 
She doesn’t say much, she’s cold to the touch, doesn't complain, 
              D
I travel to Spain.
D              F#m                          G                    A 
She likes it rough, with her handcuffs and stuff, she comes up tough, 
                         D
she's the cream of the crop
D               F#m                       G                       A
She down on my socks, getting ice for my scotch, never bending my ear,  
                 D
just chillin my beers.
(FADE OUT)