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Rick Springfield Wait For Night

That's not the way, that's not the way of the world Late night creeper with a Saturday Night, Saturday Night Special After some poor storekeeper, you

two or three times in your daddy's pocket I'm gonna break that rich-bitch thing with you Oh, Jessica, you're a lady If it takes all night you're gonna

why And when I finally climbed down off your shelf You blamed everyone except yourself Old gangsters never die Old gangsters never die They just fade into the night

She remembers the night they first were alone When he took her home and he said, "I need you, won't you stay?" And all through the night his eyes had

Turn up your radio and put your ear to the sweet, sweet music And take your baby and hold her in your arms And hear the music go "Ooh ooh" And if you