Oh, sorry.
One, two, three, four.
Young man,
there's a place you can go,
you can hide,
I know you'll never be
Fully done and fully satisfied,
you want the world,
want the girl,
everything in between
She was sitting next to me last night at the bar,
he's sick to her stomach,
and she's sipped gin and tonic
Telling me she'd rather be dead than sleep alone
I told her that she's everything that I like,
deep inside that little old seater
In the passenger seat of that black two-seater,
it's parked out in the rain
You picked the wrong one,
if you're in it for the long run
Cause I got the passion,
but I don't give it away
But when the times are right,
I'm a hell of a good night
And I'll make you burn bright as the heat of the day
Roll down out of gas underneath the old past,
always have a look around,
miles of stomping
ground Girl so pretty, won't you leave the city
for a while?
It's on the ride up the road when the wind
is blowing cold Jesus is Lord up ahead on the billboard,
but
you're not sure, shows when you roll your eyes
You picked the wrong one,
if you're in it for the long run
Cause I got the passion,
but I don't give it away
But when the times are right,
I'm a hell of a good night
And I'll make you burn bright as the heat of the day
You
picked the wrong one,
if you're in it for the long run
Cause I got the passion,
but I don't give it away
But when the times are right,
I'm a hell of a good night
And I'll make you burn bright
as the heat of the day