This hit, that ice cold Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold.
I don't wanna be you.
Come on, come on, turn the radio on it's Friday night and I won't be long.
I'm in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do.
We don't talk anymore, like we used to do.
Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things.
So baby pull me closer in the back seat of your rover.
Welcome to the final show.
I'm feeling something, something different.
I'm hurting baby, I'm broken down, I need your loving, loving I need it now.