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