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I was a little too tallCould've used a few poundsTight pants points hardly reknownShe was a black haired beauty with big dark eyesAnd points all her own sitting way up highWay up firm and highOut past the cornfields where the woods got heavyOut in the back seat of my '60 ChevyWorkin' on mysteries without any cluesWorkin' on our night movesTrying' to make some front page drive-in newsWorkin' on our night moves in the summertimeIn the sweet summertimeWe weren't in love oh no far from itWe weren't searching for some pie in the sky summitWe were just young and restless and boredLiving by the swordAnd we'd steal away every chance we couldTo the backroom, the alley, the trusty woodsI used her she used meBut neither one caredWe were getting our shareWorkin' on our night movesSongtexteTrying to lose the awkward teenage bluesWorkin' on out night movesIn the summertimeAnd oh the wonderFelt the lightningAnd we waited on the thunderWaited on the thunderI woke last night to the sound of thunderHow far off I sat and wonderedStarted humming a song from 1962Ain't it funny how the night movesWhen you just don't seem to have as much to loseStrange how the night movesWith autumn closing in Aus Songtexte Mania