Sweetest Perfection

Em
The sweetest perfection
C
To call my own
Am
The slightest correction
H
Couldn't finaly hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
The sweetest injection
Of any kind

G
I stop and I stare too much
C
Affraid that I care too much
Am
And I hardly dare to touch
H
For fear that the spell may be broken
When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something's tugging me
Than I want the real things not tokens

The sweetest perfection ...

G
Things you'd expect to be
C
Having effect on me
Am
Pass undetectedly
H
But everyone knows what has got me
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me

B Am F D

B
The sweetest perfection
Am
An offer was made
F
An assorted collection
D
But I wouldn't trade


The sweetest perfection ...

(в конце вместо H -> C7)

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