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The Key
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Soundtrack
The Key was released on January 1, 2008 by First Night Records as a part of the album Bad Girls the Musical (Original London Cast Recording)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2008
LabelFirst Night Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM56

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Burt
David Burt
Vocals
Kath Gotts
Kath Gotts
Performer
Original London Cast
Original London Cast
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kath Gotts
Kath Gotts
Composer

Lyrics

The key to hidden treasure
The key to forbidden pleasure
And how do you measure a man
If it's not by what hangs from his fob?
Ever since jailers began
It's been one of the perks of the job
Going to work on the job
When you hold the key
No force, no coercion
Pure satisfaction for all
Of course, some perversion
But nothing that's painful or too off the wall
A mutual service, and what better way
To unwind as you went at the end of the day?
And while you're getting your end well away
You're the king of the night
Out of reach, out of sight
Everyone's up for a bite
So don't call me greedy
'Cause these girls are needy
Ain't you never heard of ladies first?
You play your cards right, pretty soon
You could be shagging the Wing Guv'nor
What, that Scottish tart? She'd be lucky
No. Me
The key to hidden treasure
The key to forbidden pleasure
To take at your leisure and bend
To whatever your fancies dictate
Virgins and tarts, end to end
It's the cream of the female estate
And you get it all on a plate
When you hold the key
No ties, no connections
Fresh supplies always on tap
Recognise their affections
You'll soon have them eating right out of your lap
They're desperately grateful for all you can give
It's quite fair to say you're their reason to live
Frankly, it's just irresponsible
If I don't try to provide
What they lack here inside
Everyone's up for the ride
So who could accuse me
If they choose to use me?
Who's got a smile for me then?
Oh, sir, I'm so glad to see you!
Doesn't look much like it, love
I'm sorry, the dark's doing my head in. I get
All scared, I have to keep the light on at home
Nothing to be scared about now I'm here, eh?
I wrote this poem for you, sir. To tell you all my feelings about you
Better look after it, hadn't I? Now, you go inside, make yourself
Look nice. I'll come back and tuck you into bed. Go on, off you go
Dear sir, you are my saviour
Pardon me for my behaviour
If you could see...
I watch and I wait
Mr. Wolff, at the gate
I lead and they follow
I feed and they swallow
I need it, I take it
Who cares if they fake it?
A man's got to make it
And move it and shake it
And this lucky Jim
Gets it all just for him
Pick any slag
Every shag's in the bag
With the key
The key
Slide inside and
Open wide for me
Behold the key
The biggest you'll see
I hold the key
What are you doing?
I said I'd keep my special eye on you, love
I thought you meant you'd look after me!
That's right, like I will every night
And this is how you say "thank you, sir"
No! No, please, don't!
Written by: Kath Gotts
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