Pick Your Pleasure

Pick Your Pleasure

Brass key shining in the hallway
Friday written all across your face
You ask if I booked something fancy
I say we can change the place
Rooftop table, late checkout
Black car waiting by the curb
But you steal fries off my plate
And make the expensive stuff absurd

Tell me what you really want
Not what looks good in a photograph

Pick Your Pleasure, I can make room
Pick Your Pleasure, city or bedroom
Gold means nothing if you don't stay
Pick Your Pleasure, I pick you anyway

Pick Your Pleasure
Pick Your Pleasure

Pick Your Pleasure, keep it close
Pick Your Pleasure, lose the velvet rope
Pick Your Pleasure, I pick you anyway

We skip the velvet reservation
Take the balcony in hotel robes
Cheap ketchup on a silver tray
Laughing harder than the room below
You say luxury is quiet
When nobody has to impress
I put the room key on the table
And finally understand the rest

I thought I had to buy the moment
Till you made midnight out of fries
The best thing in the room is the one who stayed
That brass room key finally got it right

Pick Your Pleasure, keep it close
Pick Your Pleasure, lose the velvet rope
Give me your real laugh at the end of the day
Pick Your Pleasure, I pick you anyway

Pick Your Pleasure, I pick you anyway

Pick Your Pleasure
Pick Your Pleasure

Pick Your Pleasure, keep it close
Pick Your Pleasure, lose the velvet rope
Pick Your Pleasure, I pick you anyway

Pick Your Pleasure

Pick Your Pleasure