Chords for The Pogues - London You're A Lady

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I'm in your lap, laid out before [F] my [G]
[C] eyes, your golden heart is pulsing [Am] between your
[F] scarlet eyes, [C] your eyes are full of sadness, right across the skirt, [F] your [G] hair, [C] your headdress
is a ring of lights, but I [Am] would not call them.
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Your architects were [C] madmen, and your fellows [F] sang the [G]
[C] drawn, but I bet your fading children
[Am] shamed us [F] and frowned.
[C] You are a scoundrel, your streets run [F] red with [G]
[C] blood, my dirty man, they have used you
[Am] and covered you [F] with mud.
[C] It must be down in your womb, my love, and not my [F] court of [G]
[C] sin, but gentlemen, the guys
in class are [Am] not my new [F] friends.
Your boyfriend, your lover, [C] I'd send this [F] virgin [G]
[C] your hell is in the summer, I'm your
blossom, [F] _ _
[Am] September [F] ends, your purgatory, [C] Christmas [Am] is your heaven.
[F] When the sticky [C] streets of summer are washed away [F] by [G]
[C] rain and the curriculum of a lonely
[Am] sleep, that's where you'll [F] reside, [C] just [F] let me [C] rise to your [F] higher, [C] and smuggle once again.
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