An un der hand ed girl.

An (F)act of des per a tion.

And (Dm)to my con ster (E)na tion I (Am)let her go.

She wants what she can get.

Is (F)that a fair de pic tion?

Does (Dm)she be lieve her (E)fic tion?

It’s (Am)hard to know.

(A)Is it (Dm)in no cence or (Dm(maj7))guile or (F#m)noth ing but a child ish act of (Dm)will?

She (Dm)does n’t know she needs you.

She (C#7)will ful ly mis (F#m)leads you but (Dm)still...

(E7sus)Still,

a (Dm)son be comes a man at his (Am)fa ther’s knee.

If my (Dm)fa ther asked ques tions, well, (B)where would we (E)be?

She’s (Am)noth ing but a child.

A (F)waif who needs pro tec tion.

I (Dm)feel a strange con (E)nec tion I (Am)can’t al low.

She (Am)says it’s all a game.

She (F)trem bles like a flow er but (Dm)in her, there’s a (E)pow er.

I (Am)see that now.

(A)I am (Dm)noth ing but a (Dm(maj7))man with (F#m)noth ing but his or ders to ful (Dm)fill.

“I’m (Dm)in no cent,” she cries, but (C#7)then you see her (F#m)eyes, and (D7)some thing in them tells you that she (F#m)ab so lute ly lies!

Un (D7)til your heart re plies

(C#m7)but

(F#m)still!

(F#m)Still.

Still.