The night is filled with pretty girls
Dancing shoes and flying hair
Not one of them would refuse
To follow you up the stairs
You could have your pick of them
You promised me you'd stay away
You promised me you'd set me free
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
The night is filled with shooting stars
I watch them fall 'cause I can't sleep
I pray that you won't call at all
I'm still awake at ten to three
I hear your motorcycle roar
You pull up short outside my door
I don't know how I got outside
I don't know why I'm on this ride
We make love like a house on fire
We make love like dogs gone mad
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
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
WRITERS
JACOB BRACKMAN, MIKE JR MAINIERI, CARLY SIMON, PETER JOHN WOOD