I don't know why they don't explode
 You got your hands in my back pockets
 And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio
 You say that I'm the boy who can make it all come true
 Well I'm tellinya that I don't know if I know what to do

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 You say that's all right, hold tight
 Well I don't even know if I'm doin' this right
 Well all right, hold tight
 We can stay out all day or we can run around all night
 Well all night, all night
 Well it's time to go home
 And I ain't even done with the night

 Well I don't know no good come-ons
 And I don't know no cool lines
 I feel  the heat of your frustration
 I know it's burnin you up deep down inside
 You say that I'm the boy who can make it all come true
 Well I'm tellin ya that I don't know if I know what to do

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