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Lyrics

[Refrain] Leave your keys in the keybowl No one will look through the keyhole Fresh fish will hook you And really look at you Unhook you, uncrook you Of those years of self-control [Verse 1] It's not wrong if it's consensual Never too old to feel real sensual Takes two to tango Fetishes untangled Libido Gigolo If you're good I'll take you home [Verse 2] The smell of grilled lobster The scent of Mono� Salmon satin cummerbund Purchasable joy A halftime Cha Cha Cha For golden aged dames Shrimp cocktails, Cacha�a Oscillating diaphragm After-sun they smear on the backs of German speaking gulls Looking after sons they fear will face the same faith as their moms [Refrain] Leave your keys in the keybowl No one will look through the keyhole Fresh fish will hook you And really look at you Unhook you, uncrook you Of those years of self-control [Verse 3] Mille-feuille crumbles on a creased d�collet� Dessert buffet they guzzle orgasmic cr�me-br�l�e Dutiful smiles, moonlit profiles Pitch-black silhouettes included in the price Tahitian pearls, honeymoon girls Once a present, now the wrap Once the present now a trap Smeared pink lips they trace a voracious drift an insatiable thirst