The Civil Wars - Birds of a feather

^DWhere she walks, no f^Dmlowers bloom ^Cadd9He's the o^Gne I ^Dsee right through ^DShe's the absinthe ^Dmon my lips ^Cadd9The splinter ^Gin my ^Dfingertip

But w^A#ho could ^Fdo with^D#mout ^Cyou? And w^A#ho could ^Fdo with^A7out ^Dyou?

^DShe's the sea I'm ^Dmsinkin' in ^Cadd9He's the i^Gnk un^Dder my skin Some^Dtimes I can't tell ^Dmwhere I am Where ^Cadd9I leave ^Goff and ^Dhe begins

But ^A#who could ^Fdo with^D#mout ^Cyou? And ^A#who could ^Fdo with^A7out ^Dmyou? ^{C A# F C}

^DmOh, we're a ^Cpretty, pretty ^A#pair, yes we ^Far^Ce ^DmAll, all the king's ^Chorses and all of his ^A#men couldn't ^FTear ^Cus ^A#apa^Dmrt ^FOo^Coo ^A#Aaaa^Dmah ^A7Ooooo

^DDancing with a ^Dmball and chain ^{Cadd9 G D D}Through it all ^Dmwe still remain ^{Cadd9 G D} Like ^Dbutterflies a^Dmround the flame ^{Cadd9 G D} Till ^Dmashes, a^Cshes, we f^A#ade ^Cawa^Dmy