Night Spots — Cars, The

Could be you're crossing the fine line A silly driver, kinda off the wall You keep it cool when it's t-t-tight Eyes wide open when you start to fall

You go d-dancing in the dim lit club Some pressure cooker crawls up on his knees Flashing sensation like a one on one Stomping around in the jitterbug breeze

Oo, how you shake me up and down When we hit the nightspots on the town Oh

Oo, how you shake me up and down When we hit the nightspots on the town Oh

It's all behind you when you do catch on You keep your lovers in a penny jar A real romantic with a sultry stare You keep on messin' with your blonde, long hair yeah

Oo, how you shake me up and down When we hit the nightspots on the town Oh

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