Cole Nat King - Perfidia

^G7To yo^Cu ^Ami, ^Dmi7 My ^G7heart cries out "Per^Cfidia," ^Ami, ^Dmi7 For ^G7I found you, the ^Clove of my l^Amife, In ^Dmi7somebody ^G7else's a^E7rms. ^G7Your e^Cyes^Ami, ^Dmi7 Are ^G7echoing "Perf^Cidia," ^Ami, ^Dmi7 Forg^G7etful of our p^Cromise of l^Amove, You're s^Dmi7haring an^G7other's cha^E7rms. Bridge:

^DmWith a sad lam^Dmi7ent, my dreams Have ^Ffaded like a ^Dmi7broken melo^E7dy; While the g^Dmods of love look d^Fown and laugh At w^Dhat romantic f^Dmi7ools we ^B9mortals ^E7be. ^G7And n^Cow ^Ami, ^Dmi7 I k^G7now my love was n^Cot for y^Amou ^Dmi7 And ^G7so I'll take it b^Cack with a s^Amigh, Per^Dmi7fidious ^G7one, good-b^Cye. ^Fdimi, ^C