Verse
D A
Now believe me when I tell you, I think you're fine
D E
I'd like to love you, but darling, I'm imprisoned by these...
(chorus)
Verse 2:
I wanna tell you, pretty baby, your lips look sweet
I'd like to kiss them, but I can't break away from all of these...
(chorus)
A
Chains, chains of love, chains of love
...and fade