Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street
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There's a wire in my jacket. This is my trade
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It only takes a moment, don't be afraid
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I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star
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I'm just a poor boy in a rich man's car
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So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights
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And we drive into the night
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Oh the smell of the leather always excited my imagination
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And I picture myself in this different situation
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I'm a company director, two kids and a wife
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I get the feeling that there's more to this one's life
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There's some kind of complication, he tells her he's alone
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Spends the night with his lover, there's a trace of her cologne
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And the words of his mistress, as she whispers them so near
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Start ringing in my ear
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Please take me dancing tonight I've been all on my own
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You promised one day we could its, what you said on the phone
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I'm just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
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Take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight
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I imagine his wife, she don't look nothing like a fool
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She picks the kids up form some private school
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She remembers what he told her, he was late and worked alone
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But there's more than a suspicion in this lingering cologne
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And the kid's just won't be quiet and she runs a traffic light
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And she drives into the night
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Please take me dancing tonight I've been all on my own
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You promised one day we could it's what you said on the phone
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I'm just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
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Take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight
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So here am I in a stolen car at a traffic light
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They go form red to green and so I just drive into the night
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Please take me dancing tonight I've been all on my own
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You promised one day we could it's what you said on the phone
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I'm just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
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Take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight
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Stolen Car
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Sting |