| Well, our hearts beat like thunder
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| I don’t know why they don’t explode
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| You got your hands in my back pockets
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| And Sam Cooke’s singin' on the radio
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| You say that I’m the boy who can make it all come true
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| Well, I’m tellin' ya that I don’t know if I know what to do CHORUS
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| You say that’s all right, hold tight
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| Well, I don’t even know if I’m doin' this right
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| Well all right, hold tight
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| We can stay out all day or we can run around all night
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| Well all night, all night
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| Well, it’s time to go home
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| And I ain’t even done with the night
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| Well, I don’t know no good come-ons
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| And I don’t know no cool lines
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| I feel the heat of your frustration
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| I know it’s burnin' you up deep down inside
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| You say that I"m the boy who can make it all come true
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| Well, I’m tellin' ya that I don’t know if I know what to do CHORUS |