Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Carla Bruni
Ton : CCapo 1
CoFme let me siAng into your eA#ar
Those daCncing days are goFne
All that siAlk and satin geA#ar
CrCouch upon a stone Dm
Wrapping that foul body uGp
InC as foul a rag
FI carry the D(sus2)sun in a golden cupG
The moCon in a silver bag (x2)
CuFrse as you mAay I sing it thA#rough
What maCtter if the knaFve
That the moAst could pleasure yA#ou
The chCildren that he gave Dm
Are somewhere sleeping like a toGp
UnCder a marble flag?
FI carry the D(sus2)sun in a golden cupG
The moCon in a silver bag (x2)
CoFme let me sing inAto your earA#
I thought it out this very dCay
Noon upon the cloFck
All that silk and saAtin gearA#
A man may put pretence aCway
Who leans upon a stickDm
May sing and sing until he dropG
WChether to maid or hag
FI carry the D(sus2)sun in a golden cupG
The moCon in a silver bag (x2)
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