F C F So this is where he came to hide F C F When he ran from you F In a private detective overcoat Gm And dirty dead menʼs shoes F C F The pretty things of Knightsbridge F C F Lying for of Minister of State F Are a far cry from the nod and wink Gm Here at Traitorsʼ Gate Am Dm ʼCause the high heel he used to be has been ground down Gsus4 And he listens for the footsteps F C That would follow him around F Gm Am F To murder - my love - is a crime Gm Am A# G Csus4 A Dm A# F But will you still love - a man out of time F C F Thereʼs a tupenny haʼppenny millionaire F C F Looking for a fourpenny one F With a tight grip on the short hairs Gm Of the public imagination F C F But for his private wife and kids somehow F C F Real life becomes a rumour F Days of Dutch courage, just three French letters Gm And a German sense of humor Am Dm Heʼs got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge Gsus4 He stands to be insulted F C And he pays for the privilege F Gm Am F To murder - my love - is a crime Gm Am A# G Csus4 A Dm A# F But will you still love - a man out of time F C F The biggest wheels of industry F C F Retire sharp and short F And after the dinner overtures Gm Are nothing but an afterthought F C F Somebodyʼs creeping in the kitchen F C F Thereʼs a reputation to be made F Whose nerves are always on the knifeʼs edge Gm And whoʼs up late polishing the blade Am Dm Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning Gsus4 You drink yourself insensitive F C And hate yourself in the morning F Gm Am F To murder - my love - is a crime Gm Am A# G Csus4 A Dm A# F But will you still love - a man out of time
