At Last The Secret It Out Chords

Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

F C G

Verse

 At last the sFecret is Cout,

 as it alwGays must come in the Fend, C G

 the delFicious stCory is rGipe to tell

 to the intimate frFiend; C G

Chorus

 over the tBmea-cups and into the squCare

 the tDsus2ongue has its desire; G

 still waters rBmun deep, my dCear,

 there's never smDsus2oke without fGire.

 Behind the cBmorpse in the rCeservoir,

 behind the ghDsus2ost on the lGinks,

 behind the lBmady who dCances

 and the mDsus2an who madly dFrinks, C G

Verse

 under tFhe look of fatigCue

 the attDack of migraine and the sFigh C G

 there is alwFays another stCory,

 there is mGore than meets the Feye. C G

Chorus

 For the clear vBmoice suddenly sCinging,

 high Dsus2up in the convent wGall,

 the scBment of the elder bCushes,

 the sporting prDsus2ints in the hGall,

 the croquet mBmatches in sCummer,

 the hDsus2andshake, the cGough, the kBmiss,

 the kCiss, the kA7iss

 there is Bmalways a wicked sCecret,

 a private rDsus2eason for tGhis

Bm C D G

Outro

F C G G

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Lyrics:

At last the secret is out,

as it always must come in the end,

the delicious story is ripe to tell

to tell to the intimate friend;

over the tea-cups and into the square

the tongues has its desire;

still waters run deep, my dear,

there's never smoke without fire.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir,

behind the ghost on the links,

behind the lady who dances

and the man who madly drinks,

under the look of fatigue

the attack of migraine and the sigh

there is always another story,

there is more than meets the eye.

For the clear voice suddenly singing,

high up in the convent wall,

the scent of the elder bushes,

the sporting prints in the hall,

the croquet matches in summer,

the handshake, the cough, the kiss,

there is always a wicked secret,

a private reason for this

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