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 
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