Ani DiFranco – Fire Door (Guitar)

B            E
I opened the fire door

     B
To four lips

   E
Kissing

   A
Tightened my belt around my hips

              B
Where your hands were missing

   E
And stepped out into the cold

    A
The air was smoking and the streets were dry

     E
And I wasn't joking when I said

              B         E
And there were magazine-quality men talking on the corner

    A
French, no less, much less of them than us

  B                       E
So why do I feel like something's been rearranged?

              A
You know, taken out of context I must seem so strange

E
Ohhhhh

C#m
Woahh

A
Ohhhhhh

          B
I killed a cockroach so big

                     E
It left a puddle of pus on my wall

                   E
You don't seem so tall

       C#m
And I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired

      A                             B
And my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired

           E
And I make such a good statistic

                         A
Someone should study me now

                 E
Somebody's got to be interested in how I feel

                 C#m
Just 'cause I'm here

         A
And I'm real

 B
Oh, how I miss

   E
Substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss

  B
And oh, how I miss

      E
Walking up to the edge and jumping in

     A
Like I could feel the future on your skin

  E
I opened the fire door

   A
To four lips

  A
Kissing

                  E
I opened the fire door (x9)