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, search my car
And temptation overtakes me
When my conscience says go home
I had that way but never get that far
Look ahead if I turn right
The road to take me home
But passion whispers
Make a left and see her just once more
When it happens I keep hidden
'Cause our moments are forbidden
But I can't seem to lose a key
That fits her door
Look ahead if I turn right

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