Sweet, sweet little temptress
Smooth talker through and
through
I'm far from home, don't like
to roam
But you're telling me it's
what I must do
Hold on tight
We've got tonight
You've got that right
You come blowin' in baby like
a hurricane
I get caught in the deluge
of your driving rain
Caught up in the madness of
your sexy ways
Guilty as charged, baby what
can I say
I may not be here tomorrow
But I think you kind of like
it like that
Who am I to second-guess the
reason why
You wore that dress
Hold on tight
We've got tonight
You've got that right
You come blowin' in baby like
a hurricane
I get caught in the deluge
of your driving rain
Caught up in the madness of
your sexy ways
Guilty as sin
What can I say
I'm just passing through I'll
be gone by the morning light
You don't care, you sit and
stare
I understand, I'm at your
command
Hold on tight
We've got tonight
You've got that right
Hold on tight
We've got tonight
You've got that right
Marco Giunco |
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