You Know What to Do
The night is filled with pretty girlsDancing shoes and flying hairNot one of them would refuseTo follow you up the stairsYou could have your pick of themWhy decide to pick on meYou promised me you'd stay awayYou promised me you'd set me freePounding of my heartTrembling of my handsSomethings I'll just never understand
You know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to doYou know what to do...
The night is filled with shooting starsI watch them fall 'cause I can't sleepI pray that you won't call at allI'm still awake at ten to threeI hear your motorcycle roarYou pull up short outside my doorI don't know how I got outsideI don't know why I'm on this ride
We make love like a house on fireWe make love like dogs gone madSomethings I'll just never understand
You know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to do...Do...You know what to do
Yes, you do...You know what to doOh, baby...Oh, yeah...You know what to do
Pounding of my heart(Of my heart)Trembling of my hands(Of my hands)Somethings I'll just never understand
You know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know how to do to meYou know what it does to meYou know what to do to meYou know what it does to me...