Stop what you're doing get into this groove Can't you see the signs? Carried away on a wave of devotion With music pumping The lights sre shining so bright
Stop what you're doing get into this groove Can't you see the signs?
Slip on out and slip on into his shoes He dances like a plasticine machine Some guys seize the day Some guys got the way Sweet old-skool attraction
He wants your lovin tonight
He tells you you're no cheapskate reproduction You're sure that he must be the real thing Well you're damned if you do And you're damned if you don't 'Cos your friends don't like his haircut
But he wants your lovin tonight
Oh seven brides might meet the seven brothers That doesn't mean that you are one of them Seventeen other lovers left the scene But you don't think that you're the ge-between Giiirl think about it
He wants your lovin tonight
Oh those days turn into years and you did nothing And now you wish you'd been left out there on the shelf Baby you're an angel Doin things for him and not yourself
Those flaming eyes that flicker in the fast lane Don't tell of broken hearts he's left behind It's hard not to succumb But you were stuck under his thumb You won't have a word of it Your mama's going out of her mind
This is not the thing she wanted for ya Chained up to the kitchen sink of life Thirteen years of negligence But you're too far in to jump the fence I bet you rue the day When you took his lovin that night
So hard for you to see through smoke and mirrors How come you never look before you leap Well baby you're an angel You didn't know he's playing this for keeps
Can't you see the goog the bad the ugly They told you it was far too far to drop Oh baby you're an angel Crying on a shoulder made of rock
Ahh, ahh, he wants your lovin... Tonight my dear, tonight your lovin [Repeat] He wants your lovin tonight [4x]
Compositores: Jason Kay, Matthew Richard Johnson, Rob Harris ECAD: Obra #4474818 Fonograma #2153890