Every Saturday night I get, Dressed up to ride for you, baby. Cruising down the street on, Hollywood and Vine for you, baby.
I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits, ´Cause I just don´t care. You ask me where I´ve been, I´ve been everywhere, But I don´t wanna be, Anywhere but here. (Come on tell me, boy).
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).
I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits, ´Cause I just don´t care.
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).
Every Saturday night I seem, To come alive for you, baby. Santa Monica I´m racing in, The lights for you, baby.
I drive fast, radio perils, Have to touch myself, To pretend you´re there.
Your hands are on my hips, Your name is on my lips, Over, over ´gain, Like my only prayer. (Come on tell me, boy).
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).
I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits,
´Cause I just don´t care.
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).
I´m driving fast, flash, Everyone knows who I´m try´na, Get to you, baby, I´m feeling, Scared and you know it.
I´m driving fast, flash, Everyone knows who I´m try´na, Get to you, baby, I´m feeling, Scared and you know it.
I´m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I´m try´na, Get to you, baby, I´m feeling, Scared and you know it.
I´m driving fast, flash,
I´m driving fast, flash, Everyone knows who I´m try´na, Get to you, baby, I´m feeling, Scared and you know it.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh).
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).
I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits, ´Cause I just don´t care.
I´ve got a burning, Desire for you, baby. (I´ve got a burning desire) (Come on tell me, boy).