F C A# F C Cherise was brushing her long hair gently down F C A# A# F C It was the afternoon of carnival; As she brushes it gently down, F C A# F C Rubin was strumming his painted mandolin. F C A# F C A# It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade; Played the carnival parade. [Verse 2] F C A# F C Cherise was dressing as Pirouette in white F C A# A# F C When a fatal vision gripped her tight; Cherise beware tonight. F C A# F C Rubin, Rubin tell me truly true. F C A# F C A# I feel afraid and I don't know why I do. Is there another girl for you? [Chorus A] Gm C F If you could see in my heart, you would know it's true. Gm F D# D There's none Cherise except for you, except for you. Gm F C F C A# I'd swear to it on my very soul, if I lie may I fall down cold. A# C [Verse 3] F C A# F C When Rubin played on his painted mandolin F C A# A# F C The breeze would pause to listen in; before going its way again. F C A# F C Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke, F C A# F C A# Like waves against the bandstand dancers broke; to the painted mandolin. [Chorus B] Gm C F Looking out at the crowd, who is standing there? Gm F D# D Sweet Ruby Claire at Rubin stared, at Rubin stared. Gm F C F C A# She was dressed as Pirouette in red and her hair hung gently down. A# C [Verse 4] F C A# F C The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone. F C A# A# F C Rubin's song took on a different tone, and he played it just for her. F C A# F C The song he played was the carnival parade, F C A# F C A# Each note cut a thread of Cherise's fate, it cut through like a blade. [Verse 5] F C A# F C Rubin was playing his painted mandolin, F C A# A# F C When Ruby froze and turned to stone, for the strings played all alone. F C A# F C The voice of Cherise from the face of the mandolin, F C A# F C A# Singing Rubin Rubin tell me true, for I have no one but you. [Chorus A] Gm C F If you could see in my heart, you would know it's true. Gm F D# D There's none Cherise except for you, except for you. Gm F C F C A# I'd swear to it on my very soul, if I lie may I fall down cold. A# C [Verse 6] F C A# F C The truth of love an unsung song must tell. F C A# A# F C The course of love must follow blind; without a look behind. F C A# F C Rubin walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn, F C A# F C A# Cherise so lightly in his arms, and her hair hung gently down.
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