At Last The Secret It Out

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ | carla bruni - at last the secret is out | ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "the tongue has its desire . . . " tuning : standard capo on 1st fret chords : F : 133211 G : 320003 A7 : x02020 Bm : x24430 C : x32010 Dsus2 : xx0230 Intro 1 . E | - - - - - 3 - 3 - - - - 3 - 3 - - - - 3 - 3 - - - - 3 - 3 - - | B | - - - - - 3 - 3 - - - - 3 - 3 - - - - 3 - 3 - - - - 3 - 3 - - | G | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | D | - - 3~ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | A | - - - - - - - - - 3~ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3~ - - - - - 3~ - - - - - - | F C G Verse F C at last the secret is out , G F C G as it always must come in the end , F C G the delicious story is ripe to tell F C G to the intimate friend; Chorus Bm C over the tea - cups and into the square Dsus2 G the tongue has its desire; Bm C still waters run deep , my dear , Dsus2 G there’s never smoke without fire . Bm C behind the corpse in the reservoir , Dsus2 G behind the ghost on the links , Bm C behind the lady who dances Dsus2 F C G and the man who madly drinks , Verse F C under the look of fatigue D F C G the attack of migraine and the sigh F C there is always another story , G F C G there is more than meets the eye . Chorus Bm C for the clear voice suddenly singing , Dsus2 G high up in the convent wall , Bm C the scent of the elder bushes , Dsus2 G the sporting prints in the hall , Bm C the croquet matches in summer , Dsus2 G Bm the handshake , the cough , the kiss , C A7 the kiss , the kiss Bm C there is always a wicked secret , Dsus2 G a private reason for this Bm - C - D - G Outro F - C - G - G please rate thanks! lyrics : at last the secret is out , as it always must come in the end , the delicious story is ripe to tell to tell to the intimate friend; over the tea - cups and into the square the tongues has its desire; still waters run deep , my dear , there’s never smoke without fire . behind the corpse in the reservoir , behind the ghost on the links , behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks , under the look of fatigue the attack of migraine and the sigh there is always another story , there is more than meets the eye . for the clear voice suddenly singing , high up in the convent wall , the scent of the elder bushes , the sporting prints in the hall , the croquet matches in summer , the handshake , the cough , the kiss , there is always a wicked secret , a private reason for this +++++++++++ | raileff | +++++++++++