| The night is filled with pretty girls
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| Dancing shoes and flying hair
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| Not one of them would refuse
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| To follow you up the stairs
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| You could have your pick of them
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| Why decide to pick on me
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| You promised me you’d stay away
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| You promised me you’d set me free
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| Pounding of my heart
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| Trembling of my hands
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| Somethings I’ll just never understand
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| You know what to do to me
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| You know what it does to me
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| You know what to do to me
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| You know what it does to me
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| You know what to do
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| The night is filled with shooting stars
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| I watch them fall 'cause I can’t sleep
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| I pray that you won’t call at all
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| I’m still awake at ten to three
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| I hear your motorcycle roar
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| You pull up short outside my door
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| I don’t know how I got outside
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| I don’t know why I’m on this ride
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| We make love like a house on fire
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| We make love like dogs gone mad
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| Somethings I’ll just never understand
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| Pounding out my heart
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| Trembling of my hands
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| Somethings I’lll just never understand |