Aw, sorry, fuck, my—One, two, three, fourYoung man, there's a place you can go, you can hideI know you'll never be fully done or fully satisfiedYou want the world, want the girl, everything in betweenAnd she was sitting next to me last night at the BowerySick to her stomach as she sipped gin and tonicTelling me she'd rather be dead than sleep aloneI told her that she's everything that I lack deep insideThat I'll always see her in the passenger seatOf that black two-seaterwas parked out in the rainYou picked the wrong oneIf you're in it for the long run'Cause I got the passionBut I don't give it awayBut when the time's rightI'm a hell of a good nightI'll make you burn brightAs the heat of the dayRolled down out of bed, it's underneath the overpassThought we'd have a look around my old stomping groundGirl, it's so pretty, won't you leave the city for a while?Thumbed a ride up the road, winter winds blowing cold"Jesus is Lord" up ahead on the billboardBut you're nice, sure, it showswhen you roll your eyesYou picked the wrong oneIf you're in it for the long runAnd I got the passionBut I don't give it awayBut when the time's rightI'm a hell of a good nightI'll make you burn brightAs the heat of the dayYou picked the wrong oneIf you're in it for the long runI got the passionBut I don't give it awayBut when the time's rightI'm a hell of a good nightI'll make you burn brightAs the heat of the day
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Young man, there's a place you can go, you can hide
I know you'll never be fully done or fully satisfied
You want the world, want the girl, everything in between
And she was sitting next to me last night at the Bowery
Sick to her stomach as she sipped gin and tonic
Telling me she'd rather be dead than sleep alone
I told her that she's everything that I lack deep inside
That I'll always see her in the passenger seat
Of that black two-seater
was parked out in the rain
You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
'Cause I got the passion
But I don't give it away
But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day
Rolled down out of bed, it's underneath the overpass
Thought we'd have a look around my old stomping ground
Girl, it's so pretty, won't you leave the city for a while?
Thumbed a ride up the road, winter winds blowing cold
"Jesus is Lord" up ahead on the billboard
But you're nice, sure, it shows
when you roll your eyes
You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
And I got the passion
But I don't give it away
But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day
You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
I got the passion
But I don't give it away
But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day
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