Vinylladies: I Guess That The Turn Tables Have Turned Round, Round Too Many Times I Wish We Could Just Go Back There Tonight
vinylladies: Ooh, you got me shaking to that moan you made last nightO0h, my body’s aching from that naked summer lightOoh, my mind’s setting you on, it’s just a game we play High heels have got me falling down on my knees
