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Every Saturday night I get
Dressed up to ride for you, baby. Cruising down the street on Hollywood and Vine for you, baby. I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push it to the limits ‘Cause I just don’t care. You ask me where I’ve been, I’ve been everywhere, But I don’t wanna be Anywhere but here. (Come on tell me, boy). I’ve got a burning desire For you, baby. (I’ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy). [x2] I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push it to the limits ‘Cause I just don’t care. I’ve got a burning desire For you, baby. (I’ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy). Every Saturday night I seem To come alive for you, baby. Santa Monica I’m racing in The lights for you, baby. I drive fast, radio plays, Have to touch myself To pretend you’re there. Your hands are on my hips, Your name is on my lips, Over, over ‘gain Like my only ****er. (Come on tell me, boy). I’ve got a burning desire For you, baby. (I’ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy). [x2] I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push it to the limits ‘Cause I just don’t care. I’ve got a burning desire For you, baby. (I’ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy). I’m driving fast, flash, Everyone knows it, I’m try’na get to you, baby, I’m feeling scared and you know it. [x4] I’ve got a burning desire For you, baby. (I’ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy). [x2] I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push it to the limits ‘Cause I just don’t care. I’ve got a burning desire For you, baby. (I’ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy). |
