25 Miles To Kissimmee

Miami Beach, Ocean Drive,

it was the hottest afternoon of all my life.

She had a fast car, she was driving slow,

there was one thing, I needed to know:

"Where are you going to, what are you doin' with me?"

She said: "Relax! It's 25 miles to Kissimmee"

to Kissimmee, to Kissimmee...

"Touch me", she said "I can't do that",

I tried to say while she undressed me,

I feel so bad, but i feel glad

boom boom - sweet desire,

don't set my heart of fire.

Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"

Don't you hear me say...

"Touch me, right here", I said: "No my dear,

I am a good man - why don't you understand

that I'm not mad, we won't do that,

I've got a family - so please don't touch me."

Don't you hear me say: "don't do it!"

Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"

Don't you hear me say...

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me baby,

kiss me, kiss me, Kissimmee.

I don't need sentimental moonlight

as long as you are here with me.

Don't stop,

kiss me,

I feel dirty,

but I feel good,

baby you should

not leave this car.

I feel so wunderbar

what do you do to me -

baby touch me.

Don't you hear me say:

"do it!"

Don't you hear me say:

"do it!"

Don't you hear me say:

"do it!"

Don't you hear me say...