Chords for Lady Godiva's Operation-Velvet Underground

_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
Lady Godiva, dressed so familiarly,
That's the head of another curly [C]-haired boy,
Just another toy.
_ Sick with silence, she reads sincerely,
Saying words that have oh so clearly been said,
So [D] long ago. _
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ Draperies wrapped gently round her shoulder,
Life has made her that much [C] bolder now,
That she [D] found a clown.
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ Dressed in silk, Latin lace and envy,
Pride and joy are the latest fanny [C] pair,
[D] Pretty Varsenka.
_ Hair today now dipped in the water,
Making love to every [Bb] poor [C] daughter's son,
[D] Lady _ _
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Godiva.
Not a day-propping grace within me,
Lady Godiva appears to see if [C] anyone's there,
And [D] hasn't a care. _
_ _ _ _ Sneakily, she's a [C] neatly-pumped bear,
_ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ What once was screaming now lies silent,
Almost [C] sleeping, the brain _ [D] must have gone away.
_ Strap securely to the white table,
Eat the cores of the body you [C] live around,
[Cm] Writhe underneath [D] the white lie. _
_ Dr.
Rice, my band-magnet,
Leave the broken bones, no more [Gm] scabbard,
The rest shall [D] be cut away. _
Now comes the moment of great, great precision,
Doctor is making his first [G] incision,
_ [Ab] _ One [D] goes here, one goes there,
Eat the tubes, meek, says someone who's talking,
Patient it seems, it's not so well [C] sleeping.
Swing to [D] the echo of the hall, _
_ Don't panic, someone give him pentothal insulin,
Doctor insists, but it's dangerously so [C] from the brain.
By my [D] count of ten,
I had it all.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _