I can't seem to lose a key that fits her door
It's late and all the barrooms are closing
I start walking down the street towards my car
And temptation overtakes me when my conscience says go home
I head that way but never get that far
Up ahead if I turn right the road to take me home
But passion whispers make a left and see her just once more
At an address I keep hidden cause our moments are forbidden
But I can't seem to lose a key that fits her door
Up ahead if I turn right the road to take me home
But passion whispers make a left and see her just once more
At an address I keep hidden cause our moments are forbidden
But I can't seem to lose a key that fits her door