Heatwave - Wild Ones

Oh, signs are lit

Down on front street

I see the women they’re thinking

On the clock how they wanna pack it up

They wanna get in touch

They wanna leave

Oh, stop

I can’t take no more, this heat won’t let me

Think straight for even a minute

Oh, stop

Fever dreaming nights, too hot to get sleep

But it wouldn’t make any difference

Oh oh, heatwave

Oh oh, again

Outside, there’s a blinding light

Salt in your wide blue eyes

Sand of Miami

At night, men ride on their motorbikes

They wink as girls pass by

They wanna see

Oh, stop

I can’t take no more, this heat won’t let me

Think straight for even a minute

Oh, stop

Fever dreaming nights, too hot to get sleep

You know it wouldn’t make any difference

Oh oh, heatwave

Oh oh, again