(carly simon/jacob brackman)
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
You promised me you
Pounding of my heart
Trembling of my hands
Somethings i
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
I pray that you won't call at all
I
I hear your motorcycle roar
You pull up short outside my door
I don
I don
We make love like a house on fire
We make love like dogs gone mad
Somethings i
Chorus
Pounding out my heart
Trembling of my hands
Somethings i
Chorus
