E F#m |
Well now my door was standing open |
B C#m B C#7 |
Security was laid back and lax |
F#m |
But it was only my heart got broken |
Ddim7 |
You must have had a pass key made out of wax |
E |
You played robbery with insolence |
F#m B |
And I played the blues in twelve bars |
C#m B/Eb C#7 |
Down Lover's Lane |
F#m |
And you never did have |
F#m |
The inteligence to use |
Ddim7 A |
The twelve keys hanging off my chain |