This was gonna be the night tonight I was gonna get to hold you tight But I guess we didn't plan it right I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car You can't move forward or back There's no room to do what the beat tells you to Without throwing your spine outta wack
When a little kiss I want to steal I hit my head against the steering wheel Now I know the way a pretzel feels All I can do is shout...Hey let me out!!
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car You can't move forward or back There's no room to do what the beat tells you to Without throwing your spine outta wack
What a way to waste a day with you Nothing happens that can tell the truth Let's go out and find a telephone booth Yeah that's a better place, I like more space
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car You can't move forward or back There's no room to do what the beat tells you to Without throwing your spine outta wackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.