( Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride )

Bm
Ophelia was a bride of god
   G
a novice Carmelite
    D
in sister cells the cloister bells
   A
tolled on her wedding night 


Bm
Ophelia was a rebel girl
   G
a blue stocking suffragette
      A
who remedied society
    D
between her cigarettes 


  Bm
Ophelia was a sweetheart
         G
to the nation over night
    D
curvaceous thighs

vivacious eyes  
A
love was at first sight... 


Bm G D A

Bm
Ophelia was a demigoddess
G
in pre war Babylon
D
so statuesque a silhouette
A
in black satin evening gowns 


 Bm
Ophelia was the mistress to a
G
Vegas gambling man
D
Signora Ophelia Maraschina
A
Mafia courtesan 


Bm
Ophelia was a circus queen
G
the female cannonball
D
projected through five flaming hoops
A
to wild and shocked applause... 


Bm G D A

Bm
Ophelia was a cyclone, tempest
G
a god damned hurricane
D
your common sense

your best defense
A
lay wasted and in vain 


Bm
Ophelia'd know your every woe
G
and pain you'd ever had
D
she'd sympathize

and dry your eyes
D
and help you to forget... 


Bm G
and help you to forget...  
Bm G
and help you to forget... 


Bm
Ophelia's mind went wandering
G
you'd wonder where she'd gone
D
through secret doors
A
down corridors

she'd wander them alone
Bm
all alone…
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Enviada por Ana Paula Ozi   | E-mail: cifras@nataliemerchant.devaneios.com