Carla Bruni - Those dancing days are gone

C^Fome, let me s^Aing into your ^Bbear Those d^Cancing days are g^Fone All that s^Ailk and satin g^Bbear C^Crouch upon a stone ^Dm Wrapping that foul body ^Gup I^Cn as foul a rag

^FI carry the ^Dsus2sun in a golden c^Gup The m^Coon in a silver bag X2

C^Furse as you ^Amay I sing it t^Bbhrough What m^Catter if the kn^Fave That the m^Aost could pleasure ^Bbyou The c^Children that he gave ^Dm Are somewhere sleeping like a t^Gop U^Cnder a marble flag?

^FI carry the ^Dsus2sun in a golden c^Gup The m^Coon in a silver bag X2

C^Fome let me sing i^Anto your ea^Bbr I thought it out this very ^Cday Noon upon the cl^Fock All that silk and s^Aatin gear^Bb A man may put pretence ^Caway Who leans upon a stic^Dmk May sing, and sing until he dro^Gp ^CWhether to maid or hag

^FI carry the ^Dsus2sun in a golden c^Gup The m^Coon in a silver bag X2