Key That Fits Her Door

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



[ steel ]



Look ahead if I turn right...