Of Scorpions Bells taby ukulele według Asaf Avidan

F  Am  Bb  F
F  Am  Bb  F


   F
I know that my grip was a little to tight,
          Am
But from where I was coming, you were the only thing right
Bb                                 F
     I guess I'm sorry for that.
           F
But if you think these bars of love you have forged
      Am
will keep me here locked up, and waiting, and yours
Bb                         F
     Baby you're wrong.


                 Am
'Cause baby I'm leaving
          Bb
baby I'm leaving
          F
baby I'm leaving
        Am
Baby I'm  leaving
        Bb
Baby I'm  leaving
          F
Baby I'm leaving


        F
Now, decide what you need, a guide or a thief
 Am
Someone to hold you, or sharpen your teeth
Bb                                  F
     I ain't staying to find out
       F
'Cause I think you're blind, And I think you're deaf
     Am
And touch is the only sense you've got left.
Bb                                F
     Baby, good luck with that.


                 Am
'Cause baby I'm leaving
          Bb
baby I'm leaving
          F
baby I'm leaving
        Am
Baby I'm  leaving
        Bb
Baby I'm  leaving
          F
Baby I'm leaving

[slow:]
          Am
Baby I'm leaving
          Bb
Baby I'm leaving
          F
Baby I'm leaving