| A | E | |
| Jeanne saved my soul agai | n last night. |
| F#m | A | E | F#m | |
| She bathed me in love. She to | ld me I was beautiful, and I |
| made her come alot. |
| G | E | G | |
| She made me special perfumed t | ea, went and bought |
| E | G | F#m | |
| patisserie, put | on mu | sic... Bob Marley, Lay me back and |
| E | |
| fed me. |
| A | E | F#m | |
| She read a poem by Baudelaire | , sitting naked i | n a chair |
| G | E | F#m | E | |
| Her perfume filled the holy a | ir, and eased m | y tired heart. |
| A | E | F#m | G | |
| She lit a fire la | ter on, put | her bra and panties on. I watched |
| E | F#m | |
| her as her beaut | y shone, and filled my empt | y soul. |
| A | E | F#m | |
| And though I did my best and | tried, Sadness claim | ed me |
| G | E | F#m | |
| and I cried, She | wiped the wetness from my eyes, being |
| A | E | |
| kind, she said she didn't mind. She drew a ba | th and washed |
| F#m | G | |
| me clean, then | kneeling took me by degrees. She held me |
| E | F#m | |
| till I | went to sleep, the | n put me on the 10:15 |
| A | E | |
| God you work in wondero | us ways, bless this girl for all her |
| G | E | F#m | |
| days. And | when I'm tired and old and gre | y, I'll think of | this |
| A | |
| day... smili | ng |