The fruits Chords by Paris Paloma

[Start]

[Intro]
N.C.                     
My love are you the devil
        Eb          Cm            
I would worship you instead of him
                              Cm
I have no time for confession ■ 
            Eb                  
For I'm too busy committing sins
                     Bb      Cm
My love is something special ■ 
        Eb                  
I never met someone like you
                        Bb     Cm
You'd make me fall from heaven ■ 
      Eb               D7
But I know just what I do


[Verse]
D7               
Angel he calls me
D7                           
Does he know that I'm falling
D7                                            
From the precipice that I tripped off long ago
       G7             
You're so pure he says
        G7                
Does he knows I'm forsaken
    G7             
The original sinner
    G7             
But soon he'll know
    G7               
For if I'm going down
  G7                         
I guess I'll take you with me
G7                  
Naked in that garden
G7                   
Back at the beginning
G7              
Now in your arms
       G7                          
You're faithless for you pitched me
G7                      
Against your Holy Father
       G7                
And it seems I am winning
G7         
But I don't
            Gm             D7 D Gbm   
I feel your hands grabbing my ■ throat
   Gbm    
As you say
                    Gm    Cm
My love are you the devil ■ 
        Eb                     D  
I would worship you instead of him
                   Cm         Gm
I have no time for confession ■ 
            Eb                  
For I'm too busy committing sins
               Gm        Cm     
My love you're something special
        Eb               D7 
I never met someone like you
                        Gm     Cm
You'd make me fall from heaven ■ 
      Gm                 
But I know just what I do


[Chorus]
G7               
Devil you call me
    G7                 
But seem to be enjoying
    G7                                          
The fruits of my labor that came to me too young
G7                     
When he stole my virtue
    G7                        
I'm glad it seems to serve you
G7                                      
That I was born a daughter and not a son
G7                   
For if I'm going down
  G7                         
I guess I'll take you with me
G7                                             
Screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing
G7                     
And I will tell you now
     G7                  
That I'm not even singing
        G7                
There's no escape for some
      Gm        D7       
Least ■  of all ■  for me


[Inst]
Gb7 Gb7 Gm Gm7 Eb D7 Gm Gm7
■   ■   ■  ■   ■  ■  ■  ■  


[Break]
Gm7                             
I feel your lips kissing my feet
Eb  Gm D Gm     
But ■  ■ even so


[Bridge]
                           Gm7 
You want me on my knees to pray
                            Gm7 
Or play some other pleasing role
Gm7             
But never wonder
                            D7 
Where I must have learnt it all


[Chorus]
Gm                          
■  You want me to transgress
         Gm7                 
Whilst I am in my Sunday best
        Eb                       
And all the while have no respect
   D7                 
As you eat it up whole
Gm                     
■  My body and my blood
       Gm7                            
You've claimed it now so come drink up
Eb                                 
And there's no need to be concerned
D7                                  Gm     
About what's left when you are done because
                             Gm  
You've got me on my knees to pray
        Gm7        Eb           
Or play some other pleasing role
Eb              
But never wonder
                            D7 
Where I must have learnt it all


[End]