[ Предположительная тональность: F ] This is my arrangement that I use. There may be some differences in some of the chords, and the actual album recording is a bit higher than this, but I bumped it down a bit to make it easier to sing. So, you won't be able to play this along with the recording as is. I've also trimmed most of the instrumental sections out of the chart, but they just use the same chord progressions as the verses. Marry Me - Emilie Autumn F C Bb C F C Bb C F C Bb C F Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then F C Bb C F Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when F C Bb C I was in his bed, and my father had sold me F C Bb C I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and Bb C Dm C When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded Bb C Dm C And when I am buried at least I was married Bb C Dm A I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior F C F C F But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear C F C F What beautiful dresses and hair C F C F I'm lucky to share his bed C F C F Especially since I'll soon be dead F C Bb C F Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours F C Bb C F Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers F C Bb C F Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh F C Bb C So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable Bb C Dm C My life is arranged but this union's deranged Bb C Dm C So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose Bb C Dm A And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again F C F C F But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear C F C F What beautiful dresses and hair C F C F I'm lucky to share his bed C F C F Especially since I'll soon be dead Bb C Dm C When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow Bb C Dm C Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow Bb C Dm C We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger Bb C Dm C Or at least until husband finds someone younger Bb C Dm C Yes, fertilization is part of my station Bb C Dm C I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation Bb C Dm C Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers Bb C Dm C But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's! F C F C F But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear C F C F What beautiful dresses and hair C F C F I'm lucky to share his bed C F C F Especially since I'll soon be dead C F C F What beautiful things I'll wear C F C F What beautiful dresses and hair C F C F I'm lucky to share his bed C F C So why do I wish I was...