Nhạc sĩ: Hal Blair, Don Robertson
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I took you home from a party and we kissed and burped
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could we went right on
Till suddenly we found that the brakes were gone
Oh, you belong to someone else and I do too
It's just crazy being here with you
Like a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street
Going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street
Going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street
I did not want to want you but now I have no choice
Too late to listen to that whining voice
All I hear is thunder when two hearts beat
Going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street
Going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street
Going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street
Oh yeah
Uh-huh
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh, your knocky took me long to me
And you know that I could never be your own
Your lips on mine
Oh, the sweet, sweet
Why, what are we going to do?
Well, there's signs a-flashing everywhere
We pay no heed
Instead of slowing down the pace
We're picking up speed
Disaster's getting closer every time we move
Going 90 miles an hour
Down a dead-end street
Going 90 miles an hour
Down a dead-end street
Oh yeah
Going 90 miles an hour
Down a dead-end street
Disaster's getting closer every time we make
Going 90 miles an hour
Down a dead-end street
Going 90 miles an hour
90 miles an hour down a dead end street