The Key That Fits Her Door

C

F

C

G7

C

I can’t seem to lose a key that fits her door

C

G7

C

It’s late and all the barrooms are closing

F

C

I start walking down the street towards my car

F

C

And temptation overtakes me when my conscience says go home

D7

G7

I head that way but never get that far

C

G7

F

C

Up ahead if I turn right the road to take me home

D7

G7

But passion whispers make a left and see her just once more

F

C

F

At an address I keep hidden cause our moments are forbidden

C

F

C

G7

C

But I can’t seem to lose a key that fits her door

G7

F

C