Bruce Springsteen

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          E
With her killer graces
And her secret places
That no boy can fill
With her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me
          A
With her soft French cream,
standing in that doorway like a dream;
I wish she'd just leave me alone
                E
Because French cream won't soften them boots,
and French kisses will not break that heart of stone
          B
With her long hair falling,
                                         A
and her eyes that shine like a midnight sun;
                E
woah, she's the one,
she's the one
huh

That thunder in your heart
At night when you're kneeling in the dark
It says you're never gonna leave her
But there's this angel in her eyes
That tells such desperate lies
And all you want to do is believe her
And tonight you'll try
Just one more time
To leave it all behind
And to break on through
Oh she can take you
But if she wanna break you
She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do
And no matter where you sleep
Tonight or how far you run
Oh she's the one
She's the one

          C#m
Woah, and just one kiss she'd fill
                                   G#m
them long summer nights, with her tenderness
            F#m
That secret pact you made,
back when her love could save, you from the
B     B7       B
bitterness, oo oo

E                   E A E
Woah, she's the one,
woah, she's the one
E                   E A E
Woah, she's the one,
woah, she's the one
E
Woah, she's the one
E                 E A E
Ooo, she's the one,
                  E A E
oh, she's the one
                 E A E
Oh, she's the one