Intro: | C A| A| | C A| A| A C Pierce the lace, this skin is way too tight And i am such a sucker for the friction.. D Silken ropes around your greatest hopes, Bent on a mission for submission... You see i always knew, you were the type to bring A loaded gun to a knife party... Am F Em Swing, little bird, swing In spite of broken wings.. Am F Em Sing, little bird, sing Am Tonight’s sorrows and dreams, F Em Oh, you’ll sing to please this jaded king Am F Em Sing, little bird, sing.. And i’ll be back to get some... C# You are the courtesan, kissing and slitting the throat, B (o descendenta scurta) A paper one too many times folded C# B An ever changing universe, Imploding. |