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We had a date, twelfth street at eightif you're gonna be there don't be lateinstructed as such, without a soft touchif it would've mattered it didn't too muchI waited for you a minute or twoWell just what kind of a girl do you think I am?Fumbing around, a cigarettesmoked it to the ash and then lit up againblowing smoke rings, blinding the airif you're coming baby you're just two in a rearsI'm too impatient and you're just too latemy attention span is just not that greatThen this young kinda guy walked right on by mehe couldn't have been more than sixteenit's just nothing I can do you gotta understandyou see, he had this walk, I mean, down pat and no he wasn't going my direction so I just kinda turned aroundI had to I was really possessedI mean, I wasn't myselfI was so close, I crept like a catVisions of seduction lurking under my hatSongtextehe was so young, such innocenceIf I had control I didn't feel any yetI couldn't be heard, not a sound did I makeIf this is the real thing there's just no need to fakeSo now was the time, the crucial eighth mileif I had to do it, it would be with a smilea tap on his back, a slip of my belthe turned around and I knew that the ground would meltI put on the ice, the smile was goneHey baby, and the rest... Aus Songtexte Mania