Talk to me - want my love. Talk to me - but not that stuff.
You ain't get enough using my love.
You call for me
again I'll see.
In the heat of the night -
You lose control and sell your soul -
I lose control in the heat of the night -
It's much too late to leave the trade -
But I can't stand it anymore -
You lose your heart and sell your soul -
I lose control in the heat of the night -
In the heat of the night -
Talk to me - want my love. Talk to me - but not that stuff.
Who's on my side losing my pride?
You call for me
again I'll see.
In the heat of the night - . . .
In the heat of the night -
In the heat of the night - . . .
You lose your heart and sell your soul -
It's much too late to leave the trade -
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