Letras:
Rick Springfield

Well, you admit you like the game but you're not gonna play You just ignore what your body is tryin' to say I got the feelin' that you're playin' and

She looked at me with eyes That cut right through me and said "You must be blind, let me tell you a little Something about yourself, you're the hurtin

Look at me baby, tell me what you see Am I the one you love or am I your enemy? You can turn your head, I can wash my hands But I've got to know where

Something's up ahead I heard the driver shout The voice inside me said Get down but don't get out I called out to the guard He said, ?I'm not alive Why

When things get hot, oh my love When things get hot, I know you like the heat When things get hot, when things get much too much When things get hot

(Stevie Wonder) Very superstitious, writing's on the wall, Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall, Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass

I walk thru the streets of my old town Trying to remember all the feelings But the only feeling was that something Sweet had come and gone for everyone

I must be blind, I can't see why We can't work this out It gets so tangled When we try to talk and sort it out There's people dying for what they believe

You can see her walking down on a city street The American girl, she's got the passion in her eyes She's got the blush on her cheeks, the American girl