| F# | B | F# | B | | She can kill with a | smile, she can | wound with her | eyes |
|
| E | B | E | | She can ruin your | faith with her | casual | lies |
|
| F# | B | F# | Eb | | And she | only re | veals what she | wants you to | see |
|
| Abm | E | F# | B | | She | hides like a child, but she's | always a | woman to | me |
|
|
| F# | B | F# | B | | She can lead you to | love, she can | take you or | leave you |
|
| E | B | E | | She can ask for the | truth, but she'll | never be | lieve |
|
| F# | B | F# | Eb | | And she'll | take what you | give her, as | long as it's | free |
|
| Abm | E | F# | B | | She | steals like a thief, but she's | always a | woman to | me |
|
|
| | | Abm | C# | F# | | | | Oh, | she takes care of her | self |
|
| | | Ebm | E | C#m | | | | She can wait if she | wants | |
|
| | | F# | | | She's ahead of her | time |
|
| | | Bm | E | A | | | | Oh, | and she never gives | out |
|
| | | F#m | G | C# | | | | And she never gives | in | |
|
| | | F# | | | She just changes her | mind |
|
|
| F# | B | F# | B | | She can lead you to | love, she can | take you or | leave you |
|
| E | B | E | | She can ask for the | truth, but she'll | never be | lieve |
|
| F# | B | F# | Eb | | And she'll | take what you | give her, as | long as it's | free |
|
| Abm | E | F# | B | | She | steals like a thief, but she's | always a | woman to | me |
|
|
| F# | B | F# | B | | And she promise you | more than the | garden of | Eden |
|
| E | B | E | | Then she'll carelessly | cut you and | laugh when you're | bleeding |
|
| F# | B | F# | Eb | | But she | brings out the | best and the | worst you can | be |
|
| Abm | E | F# | B | | Blame it | all on yourself 'cause she's | always a | woman to | me |
|
|
| | | Abm | C# | F# | | | | Oh, | she takes care of her | self |
|
| | | Ebm | E | C#m | | | | She can wait if she | wants | |
|
| | | F# | | | She's ahead of her | time |
|
| | | Bm | E | A | | | | Oh, | and she never gives | out |
|
| | | F#m | G | C# | | | | And she never gives | in | |
|
| | | F# | | | She just changes her | mind |
|
|
| F# | B | F# | B | | She's frequently | kind and she's | suddenly | cruel |
|
| E | B | E | | She can do as she | pleases, she's | nobody's | fool |
|
| F# | B | F# | Eb | | But she | can't be con | victed, she's | earned her de | gree |
|
| Abm | | And the | most she will do is throw shadows at you |
|
| E | F# | B | | But she's | always a | woman to | me |
|
Home
