E B E So this is where he came to hide E B E When he ran from you E In a private detective overcoat F#m And dirty dead menʼs shoes E B E The pretty things of Knightsbridge E B E Lying for of Minister of State E Are a far cry from the nod and wink F#m Here at Traitorsʼ Gate G#m C#m ʼCause the high heel he used to be has been ground down F#sus4 And he listens for the footsteps E B That would follow him around E F#m G#m E To murder - my love - is a crime F#m G#m A F# Bsus4 G# C#m A E But will you still love - a man out of time E B E Thereʼs a tupenny haʼppenny millionaire E B E Looking for a fourpenny one E With a tight grip on the short hairs F#m Of the public imagination E B E But for his private wife and kids somehow E B E Real life becomes a rumour E Days of Dutch courage, just three French letters F#m And a German sense of humor G#m C#m Heʼs got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge F#sus4 He stands to be insulted E B And he pays for the privilege E F#m G#m E To murder - my love - is a crime F#m G#m A F# Bsus4 G# C#m A E But will you still love - a man out of time E B E The biggest wheels of industry E B E Retire sharp and short E And after the dinner overtures F#m Are nothing but an afterthought E B E Somebodyʼs creeping in the kitchen E B E Thereʼs a reputation to be made E Whose nerves are always on the knifeʼs edge F#m And whoʼs up late polishing the blade G#m C#m Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning F#sus4 You drink yourself insensitive E B And hate yourself in the morning E F#m G#m E To murder - my love - is a crime F#m G#m A F# Bsus4 G# C#m A E But will you still love - a man out of time
