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 tellin' ya 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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