Miami Sound Machine - Hot Summer Nights Lyrics
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Hot Summer Nights
Hot Summer Nights Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Hot Summer Nights By Miami Sound Machine?
In the time before the twilight
Settles on the world Woah, you can feel the magic Dreamin' of someone to hold tight One more lonely girl Woah, dances in the attic Everywhere across the land In front of their mirrors with combs in their hands They prepare to make a stand Lover to lover, woman to man (livin' for the) Small town hot summer nights Radio 'bout to blow Top down under the lights Feel the heat, wild and sweet Hot summer nights Ridin' solo in this front seat Bursting at the seams, woah Driven by desire Hometown hero haunts the mainstream Dreaming desperate dreams Woah, where there's smoke there's fire And some believe that love is won And some of them go like they're under the gun In between what's already done And the promise they feel in the evening to come Out for the small town hot summer nights Radio 'bout to blow Top down under the lights Feel the heat, wild and sweet Hot summer nights In the end two hearts will meet And maybe they'll find whatever they seek If they can, they'll learn how to keep The faith that they found in the sound of the beat Out for those Small town hot summer nights Radio 'bout to blow Top down under the lights Feel the heat, wild and sweet Livin' for the small town hot summer nights Radio 'bout to blow Top down under the lights Feel the heat, wild and sweet |
Who Wrote Hot Summer Nights By Miami Sound Machine?
Roy Freeland, Michael Jay, Alan Roy Scott
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