Miami Beach, Ocean Drive,
it was the hottest afternoon of all my life.
She had a fast car, she was driving slow,
there was one thing, I needed to know:
«Where are you going to, what are you doin’ with me?»
She said: «Relax! It’s 25 miles to Kissimmee»
to Kissimmee, to Kissimmee…
«Touch me», she said «I can’t do that»,
I tried to say while she undressed me,
I feel so bad, but i feel glad
boom boom – sweet desire,
don’t set my heart of fire.
Don’t you hear me say «don’t do it!»
Don’t you hear me say…
«Touch me, right here», I said: «No my dear,
I am a good man – why don’t you understand
that I’m not mad, we won’t do that,
I’ve got a family – so please don’t touch me».
Don’t you hear me say: «don’t do it!»
Don’t you hear me say «don’t do it!»
Don’t you hear me say…
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me baby,
kiss me, kiss me, Kissimmee.
I don’t need sentimental moonlight
as long as you are here with me.
Don’t stop,
kiss me,
I feel dirty,
but I feel good,
baby you should
not leave this car.
I feel so wunderbar
what do you do to me —
baby touch me.
Don’t you hear me say:
«do it!»
Don’t you hear me say:
«do it!»
Don’t you hear me say:
«do it!»
Don’t you hear me say…