intro C G(барре) Dm F
C G Dm F
Her skin is like velvet
Her face cut from stone
Her eyes when she´s smiling
Will never reach home
But hear how she sings
Her touch would be tender
Her lips would be warm
But when we´re together
I´m always alone
But hear how she sings
But hear how she sings
Hear how she sings
Her skin is like velvet
So I went to her home
Her place like a palace
With things you can´t own
Her skin is like velvet
And hear how she sings
Hear how she sings…