Carly Simon - You Know What To Do |
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You Know What To Do
The night is filled with pretty girls Not one of them woul refuse To follow you up the stairs Dancing shoes and flying hair You could have your pick of them You promised me you'd stay away Why decide to pick on me You promise me you'd set me free Trembling of my hands Pounding of my heart Somethings I'll just never understand 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 pray that you won't call at all I watch them fall cause I can't sleep I'm still awake at ten to three I don't know how I got outside I hear your motorcycle roar I don't know why I'm on this ride You pull up short outside my door We make love like dogs gone mad We make love like a house on fire Somethings I'll just never understand Punding of my heart Somethings I'll just never understand Trembling of my hands |
