Talk to me — want my love. Talk to me — but not that stuff.
You ain’t get enough using my love.
You call for me
again I’ll see.
In the heat of the night —
You lose control and sell your soul —
I lose control in the heat of the night —
It’s much too late to leave the trade —
But I can’t stand it anymore —
You lose your heart and sell your soul —
I lose control in the heat of the night —
In the heat of the night —
Talk to me — want my love. Talk to me — but not that stuff.
Who’s on my side losing my pride?
You call for me
again I’ll see.
In the heat of the night — . . .
In the heat of the night —
In the heat of the night — . . .
You lose your heart and sell your soul —
It’s much too late to leave the trade —