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C G Dm F
Her skin is like velvet
Her face cut from stone
Her eyes when sheґs smiling
Will never reach home
But hear how she sings
Her touch would be tender
Her lips would be warm
But when weґre together
Iґm 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 canґt own
Her skin is like velvet
And hear how she sings
Hear how she sings...