At Last The Secret It Out

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ | Carla Bruni- At Last The Secret Is Out | ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "The tongue has its desire..." Tuning: Standard Capo on 1st fret Chords: F:     133211 G:     320003 A7:    x02020 Bm:    x24430 C:     x32010 Dsus2: xx0230 Intro 1. e|-----3-3----3-3----3-3----3-3--| B|-----3-3----3-3----3-3----3-3--| G|-------------------------------| D|--3~---------------------------| A|---------3~--------------------| E|----------------3~-----3~------|                  Verse At last the secret is out as it always must come in the end       the delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;          Chorus over the tea-cups and into the square      Dsus2                 G the tongue has its desire; still waters run deep my dear                 Dsus2        G there’s never smoke without fire. Behind the corpse in the reservoir              Dsus2       G behind the ghost on the links behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks       Verse under the look of fatigue the attack of migraine and the sigh        there is always another story there is more than meets the eye.       Chorus For the clear voice suddenly singing      Dsus2              G high up in the convent wall the scent of the elder bushes                Dsus2        G the sporting prints in the hall the croquet matches in summer      Dsus2          G          Bm the handshake the cough the kiss the kiss the kiss there is always a wicked secret            Dsus2      G a private reason for this - - - Outro - - - Please rate thanks! Lyrics: At last the secret is out as it always must come in the end       the delicious story is ripe to tell to tell to the intimate friend; over the tea-cups and into the square the tongues has its desire; still waters run deep my dear there’s never smoke without fire. Behind the corpse in the reservoir behind the ghost on the links behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks under the look of fatigue the attack of migraine and the sigh        there is always another story there is more than meets the eye.       For the clear voice suddenly singing high up in the convent wall the scent of the elder bushes the sporting prints in the hall the croquet matches in summer the handshake the cough the kiss there is always a wicked secret a private reason for this +++++++++++ | Raileff | +++++++++++