| Late at night in summer heat. |
| Expensive car, empty street
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| There’s a wire in my jacket. |
| This is my trade
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| It only takes a moment, don’t be afraid
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| I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star
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| I’m just a poor boy in a rich man’s car
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| So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights
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| And we drive into the night
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| Oh the smell of the leather always excited my imagination
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| And I picture myself in this different situation
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| I’m a company director, two kids and a wife
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| I get the feeling that there’s more to this one’s life
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| There’s some kind of complication, he tells her he’s alone
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| Spends the night with his lover, there’s a trace of her cologne
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| And the words of his mistress, as she whispers them so near
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| Start ringing in my ear
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| Please take me dancing tonight I’ve been all on my own
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| You promised one day we could its, what you said on the phone
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| I’m just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
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| Take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight
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| I imagine his wife, she don’t look nothing like a fool
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| She picks the kids up form some private school
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| She remembers what he told her, he was late and worked alone
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| But there’s more than a suspicion in this lingering cologne
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| And the kid’s just won’t be quiet and she runs a traffic light
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| And she drives into the night
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| So here am I in a stolen car at a traffic light
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| They go form red to green and so I just drive into the night |