[ Featuring The High Heat ]
It oughta break, break, break your heart
When we touch down on the boulevard
Continental swagger, and bonafide bark, ah yeah
It oughta break your heart
It'll shake, shake you down, down to your heels
When we're all in and rolling, these hundred dollar bills
If you're falling in love let me hold your beer, ah yeah
It'll shake you down
Oooh If we make it til the mornin'
Oooh If we make it til the mornin'
Its gonna hurt, gonna hurt like hell
When the champagne and candy, are ringing your bell
And we move the party over to the Microtel, oh well
It's gonna hurt like hell
And you're gonna pine, pine when we leave
Better hold on to something if you know what I mean
Cause it's adios to the Big City Machine, ah yeah yeah yeah
We're gonna make a scene
Oooh if we make it til the mornin'
Oooh if we make it til the mornin'
If it ain't broke we break it
If it ain't took we take it
If it ain't shook we shake it
Baby shake it
If it ain't broke you break it
If it ain't drunk you drank it
If it ain't shook you shake it
Shake it
Oooh if we make it til the mornin'
Oooh if we make it til the mornin'
Oooh if we make it til the mornin'
Make it til the mornin'
