Vista previa
Riding the night, riding the night
Ain´t it cool?
Rolling it high, rolling it high
Ain´t it cool?
She´s looking hot, she´s looking hot
In the breeze
Flashing those eyes, strutting her stuff
Givenchy
Baby wants to ride tonight
[Chorus:]
Well, you sure got the look
That the good times come for free
Baby I´m not expensive
But tonight you´re taking me
You sure got the look
When you´re rinding next to me
Dynamite, dynamite
You sure got the look
Got to keep you on my hook
Pussycat eyes, I´m digging you
Girl, you got the look
Riding the night
You know that she´s dynamite, come on
Dynamite, dynamite
Don´t stop caressing me
´Cos it´s ecstasy
And I wanna be
Riding the night, riding the night
Ain´t it cool?
Riding the night, riding the night
She´s no fool
(Turn the lights off)
Rolling it high, rolling it high
That´s her thing
Riding the night, she´s cold as ice
Watch the sting
[Chorus]
You know, baby
You´ve got that dynamite
Baby
(In the Givenchy, five seventy five, in the Givenchy)
I want your dynamite
Baby
You´ve got that dynamite
Baby
I want your dynamite
[Chorus]
All this dynamite
Dynamite, dynamite
Under the moon as we slip through the city streets
Dynamite, dynamite
You and me can believe in this happiness
Dynamite, dynamite
[Repeat with ad-libs to end]