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  • 作词 :  
    Lyrics:Fred Wise/**** Manning Music:Fred Wise/**** Manning
    This was gonna be the night tonight
    I was gonna get to hold you tight
    But I guess we didn't plan it right
    I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance
    Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car
    You can't move forward or back
    There's no room to do what the beat tells you to
    Without throwing your spine outta wack
    When a little kiss I want to steal
    I hit my head against the steering wheel
    Now I know the way a pretzel feels
    All I can do is shout...Hey let me out!!
    Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car
    You can't move forward or back
    There's no room to do what the beat tells you to
    Without throwing your spine outta wack
    What a way to waste a day with you
    Nothing happens that can tell the truth
    Let's go out and find a telephone booth
    Yeah that's a better place, I like more space
    Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car
    You can't move forward or back
    There's no room to do what the beat tells you to
    Without throwing your spine outta wack
  • 作词 :  
    Lyrics:Fred Wise/**** Manning Music:Fred Wise/**** Manning
    This was gonna be the night tonight
    I was gonna get to hold you tight
    But I guess we didn't plan it right
    I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance
    Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car
    You can't move forward or back
    There's no room to do what the beat tells you to
    Without throwing your spine outta wack
    When a little kiss I want to steal
    I hit my head against the steering wheel
    Now I know the way a pretzel feels
    All I can do is shout...Hey let me out!!
    Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car
    You can't move forward or back
    There's no room to do what the beat tells you to
    Without throwing your spine outta wack
    What a way to waste a day with you
    Nothing happens that can tell the truth
    Let's go out and find a telephone booth
    Yeah that's a better place, I like more space
    Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car
    You can't move forward or back
    There's no room to do what the beat tells you to
    Without throwing your spine outta wack