it’s time for another night out with the boys
cruising around the uptown scene
dressed to kill and clean
checking out all the places to the left and to the right
i can’t concentrate tonight
i‘m still thinking about you

i know i don’t need your permission to admire you from a distance

maybe this will turn out to be a bad call
maybe I am getting too carried away
but even if this turned out to be a mistake
I won’t regret wanting you

settled in a booth in the middle of the night
falling asleep in between laughs
when you come rolling in
you sit next me and start to share about your time
baby if only you knew
i’m still thinking about you

i know you let your hair down on purpose to tease me with every bounce

maybe this will turn out to be a bad call
maybe I am getting too carried away
but even if this turned out to be a mistake
I won’t regret wanting you

hopefully someday i will get to enjoy more than just the view, yeah
maybe this time, maybe next time, baby