paroles de chanson Thriller - Getter

Although strangers each and every Friday night
In dark corners, for the thrill of making out
We'd meet, even though I'd rather be
There with someone else, and so would he

Aaaaaaah
Aaaaaaah

Things aren't pretty in the naked light of day
I move closer, but I'd rather turn away

Pounding headache and my clothes are on the floor
He's not as handsome as I thought the night before

Our eyes meet, and we both know that I've been
Dreaming of someone else and so has he

Aaaaaaah
Aaaaaaah

Easy comfort and without having to speak
He knows as well as me I'll be back again next week