Marika Hackman - Claudes girl

^DmTurn off my m^Gmind, I ^Dmbeg you It's bu^Bbzzing like the Devil's b^Aow ^DmPulling a s^Gmoft virgin st^Dmring A ter^Arible shriek from b^Dmelow

A p^Dmure heart been b^Gmound by n^Dmickel But not b^Bbent beneath the c^Aoil If ^Dmyou play her ^Gm/D#right, she'll s^Dming through the n^Fight With the w^Gmhispering wheat in the fields

^DmOh Oh Oh ^BbOh ^GmOh ^FOh [Verse] ^DmThe flies on my w^Gmalls, they're s^Dmilent But the sw^Bbarm in my head is a h^Aell ^DmSo I'll try to p^Gmlay you cor^Dmrectly For a t^Aoll of your deep slumber ^Dmbell

My fi^Dmngers are wre^Gmtched and cal^Dmloused Soon day^Bbbreak will creep up my st^Aair Now I^Dm've not got ^Gm/D#long to su^Dmmmon the s^Fong Of the g^Gmirl with the flaxen hair

^DmOh Oh Oh ^BbOh ^GmOh ^FOh