| G | D | G | |
| I | thought love was o | nly true in f | airy tales. |
| G | D | G | |
| M | eant for someone e | lse but not for | me. |
| C | G | |
| L | ove was out to g | et me; |
| C | G | |
| T | hat's the way it s | eemed; |
| C | G | D | |
| D | isappointment h | aunted all my d | reams |
| G | C | G | |
| Then I saw her f | ace |
| G | C | G | |
| Now I'm a beli | ever |
| G | C | G | G | C | G | |
| Not a tr | ace | of doubt in my m | ind |
| G | C | G | F | D7 | |
| I'm in l | o--- | ve; I'm a beli | ever, I couldn't le | ave her if I t | ried. |
| I thought love was more or less a givin' thing |
| It seems the more I gave the less I got |
| What's the use in tryin' |
| All you get is pain |
| When I needed sunshine I got rain. |
Chorus