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’d stay away
   You promised me you’d set me free
   Pounding of my heart
   Trembling of my hands
   Somethings I’ll just never understand
  
   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 ‘cause I can’t sleep
   I pray that you won't call at all
   I’m still awake at ten to three
   I hear your motorcycle roar
   You pull up short outside my door
   I don’t know how I got outside
   I don’t know why I’m on this ride
  
   We make love like a house on fire
   We make love like dogs gone mad
   Somethings I’ll just never understand
  
   Chorus
  
   Pounding out my heart
   Trembling of my hands
   Somethings I’ll just never understand
  
   Chorus