Carla Bruni - Ballade at thirty-five

^BThis, no song of in^B7genue ^EThis, no ballad of ^Ebinnocence; ^G#mThis, the rhyme of a ^Elady who ^C#mFollowed ever the ^F#natural bents. ^BThis, a solo of ^B7sapience, ^EThis, a chantey of ^Ebsophistry, ^G#mThis, the sum of exp^Eeriments, ^C#mI loved them until ^F#they loved ^Bme. I loved them until th^B7ey loved me. E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F# I loved them until they loved me.

^BDecked in garments of ^B7sable hue, ^E Daubed with ashes of ^Ebmyriad Lents, ^G#m Wearing shower b^Eouquets of rue, ^C#m Walk I ever in ^F#penitence. ^B Oft I roam, as my^B7 heart repents, ^E Through God's acre of m^Ebemory, ^G#m Marking stones, in my r^Eeverence, ^C#mI loved them until ^F#they loved ^Bme. I loved them until th^B7ey loved me. E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F# I loved them until they loved me.

Pictures ^Ebpass me in ^G#mlong review,-- Marching ^Ecolumns of ^F#dead ev^Bents. I was ^Ebtender, and, ^G#moften, true; Ever a ^C#mprey to coinci^F#dence. ^B Always knew I the ^B7consequence; ^E Always saw what the ^Ebend would be. ^G#m We're as Nature has ^Emade us -- hence ^C#mI loved them until ^F#they loved ^Bme. I loved them until th^B7ey loved me. E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F# I loved them until they loved me.

^BPrinces, never I'd ^B7give offense, ^E Won't you think of me ^Ebtenderly? ^G#m Here's my strength and my ^Eweakness, gents - ^BThis, no song of in^B7genue ^EThis, no ballad of ^Ebinnocence; ^G#mThis, the rhyme of a ^Elady who