Saturday night, you're lookin' just right
People all stop and stare
Lick your lips, shake your hips
Run your fingers through your hair
You bump and grind, make me lose my mind
Baby, that's so unfair
You just don't stop, you wind me up
Oh baby, wait until I get you home
Gonna make sweet love to you
Oh, gonna make sweet love to you
Dressed to kill, dressed to thrill
I guess you know what I mean
Goin' out, showin' out
Yet every you're every schoolboy's dream
You rock, you roll you, oh my soul
You make we wanna shout and scream
You never stop, you wind me up
Oh baby, wait until i get you home
Gonna make sweet love to you
Oh, gonna make sweet love to you
Help me, help me
I need you baby, yes I do
I just can't seem to keep control
Every time I look at you
Hold me, hold me
Tell me that you need me true
Baby, baby
Oh, just a-wait until I get you home
Gonna make sweet love to you
Oh yeah, make sweet love to you
The way you walk, the way you talk
It gets me so damn hot
I might give in, but I won't give up
I'll give you everything that I got
It's gettin' late, and I just can't wait
To see if you are ready or not
I wanna hold you now, I have you now
Oh baby, wait until I get you home
Make sweet love to you
Oh, gonna make sweet love to you
Oh, gonna make sweet love to you
Oh yeah, gonna make sweet love to you
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh
Oh, wait until I get you home
Gonna make sweet love to you
Oh, gonna make sweet love to you
Oh, make sweet love to you
Oh, gonna make sweet love to you
Oh, gonna make love to you, yeah
Gonna make love, gonna make sweet love to you
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