"The tongue has its desire..."


Tuning: Standard

Capo on 1st fret

Chords:

F :     133211
G :     320003
A7 :    x02020
Bm :    x24430
C :     x32010
D9 : xx0230



Intro
1.
e | -----3-3----3-3----3-3----3-3-- | 
B | -----3-3----3-3----3-3----3-3-- | 
G | ------------------------------- | 
D | --3~--------------------------- | 
A | ---------3~-------------------- | 
E | ----------------3~-----3~------ | 
   F       C      G



Verse

             F        C 
At last the secret is out, 
         G                    F    C    G
as it always must come in the end, 
       F        C       G
the delicious story is ripe to tell 
                  F       C     G
to the intimate friend; 


Chorus
 
          Bm                      C
over the tea-cups and into the square 
     D9                 G
the tongue has its desire; 
              Bm           C
still waters run deep, my dear, 
                D9        G
there's never smoke without fire. 
            Bm            C
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, 
             D9       G
behind the ghost on the links, 
            Bm       C
behind the lady who dances 
         D9         F      C    G
and the man who madly drinks,   



Verse

       F               C
under the look of fatigue 
       D                        F    C    G
the attack of migraine and the sigh 
            F             C
there is always another story, 
          G                  F    C    G
there is more than meets the eye. 



Chorus

               Bm             C
For the clear voice suddenly singing, 
     D9              G
high up in the convent wall, 
      Bm                C
the scent of the elder bushes, 
               D9        G
the sporting prints in the hall, 
             Bm         C
the croquet matches in summer, 
     D9          G          Bm
the handshake, the cough, the kiss, 
     C         A7
the kiss, the kiss
         Bm               C
there is always a wicked secret, 
           D9      G
a private reason for this

Bm - C - D - G


Outro


F - C - G - G



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Lyrics:


At last the secret is out, 
as it always must come in the end, 
the delicious story is ripe to tell 
to tell to the intimate friend; 

over the tea-cups and into the square 
the tongues has its desire; 
still waters run deep, my dear, 
there's never smoke without fire. 
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, 
behind the ghost on the links, 
behind the lady who dances 
and the man who madly drinks, 

under the look of fatigue 
the attack of migraine and the sigh 
there is always another story, 
there is more than meets the eye. 

For the clear voice suddenly singing, 
high up in the convent wall, 
the scent of the elder bushes, 
the sporting prints in the hall, 
the croquet matches in summer, 
the handshake, the cough, the kiss, 
there is always a wicked secret, 
a private reason for this



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