Carla Bruni - Ballade at thirty five

^CThis no song of ing^C7enue ^FThis no ballad of i^Ennocence ^AmThis the rhyme of a ^Flady who ^DmFollowed ever the^G natural bents ^CThis a solo of s^C7apience ^FThis a chantey of s^Eophistry ^AmThis the sum of exp^Feriments ^DmI loved them until^G they love^Cd me I loved them until th^C7ey loved me ^FI loved them until the^Ey loved m^Ame ^{F Dm G}

^CDecked in garments of ^C7sable hue ^FDaubed with ashes of my^Eriad Lents ^AmWearing shower bo^Fuquets of rue ^DmWalk I ever in p^Genitence ^COft I roam as my h^C7eart repents ^FThrough God's acre of me^Emory ^AmMarking stones in my rev^Ference ^DmI loved them until^G they love^Cd me I loved them until th^C7ey loved me ^FI loved them until the^Ey loved m^Ame ^{F Dm G}

Pictures ^Epass me in^Am long review - Marching ^Fcolumns of ^Gdead e^Cvents I was ^Etender and o^Amften true Ever a ^Dmprey to coinc^Gidence ^CAlways knew I the c^C7onsequence ^FAlways saw what the e^End would be ^AmWe're as Nature has m^Fade us -- hence ^DmI loved them until^G they love^Cd me I loved them until th^C7ey loved me ^FI loved them until the^Ey loved m^Ame ^{F Dm G}

^CPrinces never I'd g^C7ive offense ^FWon't you think of me t^Eenderly ^AmHere's my strength and my w^Feakness gents ^CThis no song of ing^C7enue ^FThis no ballad of i^Ennocence ^AmThis the rhyme of a ^Flady who