Rene Marie - "Black Lace Freudian Slip" Chords

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[G] Standing [F] here before you, _ _ song upon my lips, _ [A] _
_ moving and [F] twisting and turning.
_ _ [Bb]
Got that [F] music in my hips, _ [D] yet an incoming [Dm] page in my [Eb] name, _ _ to [A] be entertained.
[D] _ _ _
Seeking some kind of [Eb] _ inspiration _ from my [F] pleasure and my pain.
[A] _ _
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_ _ [F] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[G] _ Music [C] is my [D] clothing, _
_ [Gm] _ [F] slowly I _ [Gbm] undress.
_ I [Dm] don't mind [A] disrobing, _ to [G] reveal my [Dm] nakedness. _
I [G] just want to tickle [F] your fancy, [D] _ _
_ [G] with [F] words and [D] harmony.
He [Am] _
_ _ _ [Ab] had a [Eb] little rhythm, _
[Dm] _ and then happily _ concedes.
_ And I [C] drink imported wine right [G] out of the bottle, _ [C] and look straight into the [G] eyes of an [Em] eclipse.
My [E] love life reads like some [Em] dime-store novel, and [D] I wears me a black lace.
Black [G] lace, froty and [C] slick.
[Eb] _ _ _ [G] _
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_ _ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] All the [G] media and [E] the critics, [D] blah blah blah, in my head.
_ _ _ _ [G] Oh, I've sat out there, but have you ever stood up here?
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] It took a [E] whole _ [E] [C] lot of preparation, [Gm] _
a lot of contract [D] sign.
[Bb] _ [D] But I [G] paid my obligations, _ _ [Bb] and I [D] _ _ _ [C] [A] freed my [Gm] _
mind.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [G] I can see you staring [E] _ _ [D] from the corner of my [Dbm] eye.
_ [Gb] Are [A] you thinking about what I'm wearing, _ [D] _ or some standard to misapply?
_ [A] Or maybe you're searching for [Gb] some meaning, _ _ [D] in every song I sing.
_ [Cm] But [Gb] all you [D] need to know, is this [Gm] one little _ [Ab] thing.
_ [Am] I drink imported wine right [Em] _ _ [D] out of the bottle, and look straight into the eyes [G] of an eclipse.
My [D] love life reads like a dime [B]-store novel, and [D] I'm wearing my black lace.
Froty and slick, come baby, I start floating, and [G] drifting.
[Dm] This [C] stuff is poke, but ain't [C] nobody [G] listening.
I'm taking [Gm] aim, and shooting straight from the [B] hips, cause [D] I got on my black lace.
Black lace, froty and slick, I can write my name, [F] damn it, on [Em] water.
This ain't [Gb] no kind of one-upmanship, [Em] no, no.
I [C] could save your soul, like four-o's [B] daughter.
And I wears [D] me a black lace, I get a little cold in my black lace.
It's getting a little old, this black lace.
[Fm] Black lace, [Dm] froty and [G] slick, _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [E] _ I got a few holes in my suit.
[D] It's _ [Am] worn out the edges.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Db] _ _ _ _
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