|Edith Piaf /Marguerite Monnot /G. Moustaki||[-] Transpozice [+] Tisk textu  |
Edith Piaf /Marguerite Monnot /G. Moustaki
GCome on, get wise, Milord, her C lips tell lies, Milord, GA7The girl that you adored has found D7 some other guy. G She just get bored, Milord, now Cyou're ignored, Milord, GDeep down inside your pride won't A7D7 let you say goodbye. GThe Southern Belle, Milord, has C got a heart of ice, G Am7Love can be hell, Milord, as well D7Gas paradise. GmDGm You met her at a ball, her lips D were ruby red, GmHer lazy Southern drawl soon Fturned your noble head. Gm D You swore you'd never part, tho' Gmyou lived far away, Cm7 D7How could you know her heart like Cm7 D7other hearts would stray? Come on, get mad, Milord, life's not so bad, Milord, The charms of other arms can make your heart forget. Don't count the cost, Milord, come on relax, be smart, 'Cos if you don't you know she'll only break your heart. The story is the same, whenever young love grows, And no one is to blame, it's just the way it goes. You're not the first who's found that love can be unkind, And still the world goes round but one heart's left behind. Come on, get hip, Milord, and let life rip, Milord, Be sure there's plenty more of loving to be done. There's chick to meet, Milord, with lips as sweet, Milord, And hearts to make and break, before the race is run, So hit the town, Milord, come one and be my guest, We'll turn it upside down and devil takes the rest.