Аккорды Luvcat - Matador

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[Verse 1]
Gm                                 Bb
Here we are again, at the Kazimier Garden
Underneath a slate sky
Gm
Your stare is steely and
               Bb
Your tongue is sharpened
Can carve me like a steak knife
F
We used to share that stall
      F
And a pair of wine lips
                            Bbm
Hips pressed up against the wall

[Verse 2]
Gm
You know I tried my best
             Eb         Bb
To turn your black eyes hazel
                    Eb
And kiss away your cruelty
Gm
I gladly got undressed
            Eb          Bb
Put all my cards on the table
                  Eb
And by "cards," I mean me
F
Apple in mouth, when you left town
Eb
Ran after you until my legs gave out

[Chorus]
       Abm             E   B
I came crawling in on all fours
                 Abm
Knocking at your door
             E   B       E
Knocking at your door
        Abm         E  B
I don't wanna bleed anymore
       E       F#               E
I just wanted love, you wanted gore
          Abm
You're my matador

[Verse 3]
Gm                        E         B
Here we are again, at the Kazimier Garden
                     E
The music is getting stranger
Gm
Your cape is crimson
           E          B
And you're waving it, snarling
                   E
The air is full of danger
F
I only wanted to put on a little skirt
                  E
A little show for you
                                              Eb
You said "Babe, this ain't the Moulin fuckin' Rouge"

[Chorus]
       Abm             E   B
I came crawling in on all fours
                 Abm
Knocking at your door
            E    B      E
Knocking at your door
        Abm         E  B
I don't wanna bleed anymore
       E      F#               E
I just wanted love, you wanted gore
          Abm         E B
You're my matador
          Abm         E B
You're my matador

[Bridge]
         Dbm
He said, "Look, look, look what she's done
      E
She's gone and smashed me up for fun
    B
Oh, someone better find her
         F#
Make her pay for all of this fine china
Dbm
Poke, poke, poke until she bites
E
Until she's full of spit and spite"
  B
I said, "At least my rage is red,
         F#
It's the closest to love that you'll ever get"

[Chorus]
       Abm            E    B
I came crawling in on all fours
                 Abm
Knocking at your door
            E    B      E
Knocking at your door
        Abm         E  B
I don't wanna bleed anymore
       E      F#               E
I just wanted love, you wanted gore
          Abm
You're my matador
          E   B
You're my matador, you're
          Abm
You're my matador
          E   B
You're my matador
          Abm
You're my matador

[Outro]
Abm       E   B
You're my matador
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