miss you in the cold night

I need someone to hold tight

hop in the low rider

the radio Chanel seems lo-fi

moonlight made of blue fire

lure my heart to go higher

ain't no time for me to roll the dice

I promise never let you cry twice

a pure diamond made of no lie yeah

my library full of all that gold mine yeah

new leica can't chase that old time yeah

you knew who gonna walk you through your whole life babe

count to three here come with that myste-

riously spell that change all your need

suddenly the room can feel that heat

utterly the fire will never cease