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...