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Well our hearts beat like thunderI don't know why they don't explodeYou got your hands in my back pocketsAnd Sam Cooke's singin' on the radioYou say that I'm the boy who can make it all come trueWell I'm tellin' ya that I don't know if I know what to do You say that's all right, hold tightWell I don't even know if I'm doin' this rightWell all right, hold tightWe can stay out all day or we can run around all nightWell all night, all nightWell it's time to go homeAnd I ain't even done with the nightWell I don't know no good come-onsAnd I don't know no cool linesI feel the heat of your frustrationI know it's burnin you up deep down insideYou say that I'm the boy who can make it all come trueWell I'm tellin ya that I don't know if I know what to doYou say that's all right, hold tightWell I don't even know if I'm doin' this rightWell all right, hold tightWe can stay out all day or we can run around all nightWell all night, all nightWell it's time to go homeAnd I ain't even done with the night From Letras Mania