Well our hearts beat like thunder

I don't know why they don't explode

You got your hands in my back pockets

And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio

You say that I'm the boy who can make it all come true

Well I'm tellinya that I don't know if I know what to do



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You say that's all right, hold tight

Well I don't even know if I'm doin' this right

Well all right, hold tight

We can stay out all day or we can run around all night

Well all night, all night

Well it's time to go home

And I ain't even done with the night



Well I don't know no good come-ons

And I don't know no cool lines

I feel the heat of your frustration

I know it's burnin you up deep down inside

You say that I'm the boy who can make it all come true

Well I'm tellin ya that I don't know if I know what to do



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