Come on baby, there's a show tonight. 4 bands for 3 clams, well you look like a magazine, dynamite to the 10th degree, we're slowling rockin' in the dim light, reminds me of that 1st night that I held you close. I held youy tight. I held you close. Just like to...night. We belong together baby, like mashed potatoes and gravy. well you know that I love it loud, and I know how you love the crowd, but let me whisper in your ear,"come on baby let's get out of here" So...I can hold you close. I can hold you tight. All through the...night.