You don't even know.I can make your hands clap.Every night when the stars come out.Am I the only living soul around?I'm not the stranger,give me danger or you're wrong, do you right?Secret's on my way to the freeway,you're a keeper of the clappsFeel no conviction, grips of vodka only sweeten your whinesBut you don't even know itI can make your hands clapSaid I can make your hands clap
