David Bowie - She shook me cold

We met up^Aon ^Ba hill the ^Enight was ^Gcool and still She ^Esucked my ^Ador^Bmant will Mo^Gther she ^F#blew my brain I ^Awill go ^Gback again my ^F#God she ^Gshook me cold I ^Ehad no ^Atime ^Bto spare I ^Egrabbed her ^Ggolden hair And ^Ethrew her ^Ato ^Bthe ground Fa^Gther she ^F#caved my head Oh ^Alord the ^Gthings she said my ^F#God she ^Gshould be told

^EI was very smart^D broke the gentle hearts of ^Amany young virgins ^EI was quick on the ball left them^G so lonely They'd ^Djust give up trying ^EAnd then she took my head^D smashed it up left my ^Ayoung blood rising ^ECrushed me mercilessly kept me ^Ggoing around So she ^Ddon't know how I crave her so, oh, oh

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I'll give my ^Alove ^Bin vain to ^Ereach that ^Gpeak again We ^Emet up^Aon ^Ba hill Mo^Gther she ^F#blew my brain I ^Awill go ^Gback again my ^F#God she ^Gshook me cold