25 miles to kissimmee

Miami Beach,
Ocean Drive, it was the hottest afternoon of all my life.
She had a fast car, she was driving slow, there was one thing,
I needed to know: "Where are you going to, what are you doin' with me?"
She said: "Relax! It's 25 miles to Kissimmee" to
Kissimmee, to
Kissimmee... "Touch me", she said "I can't do that",
I tried to say while she undressed me,
I feel so bad, but i feel glad boom boom - sweet desire, don't set my heart of fire.
Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"
Don't you hear me say... "Touch me, right here",
I said: "No my dear, I am a good man - why don't you understand that I'm not mad, we won't do that, I've got a family - so please don't touch me."
Don't you hear me say: "don't do it!"
Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"
Don't you hear me say...
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me baby, kiss me, kiss me,
Kissimmee.
I don't need sentimental moonlight as long as you are here with me.
Don't stop, kiss me,
I feel dirty, but
I feel good, baby you should not leave this car.
I feel so wunderbar what do you do to me - baby touch me.
Don't you hear me say: "do it!"
Don't you hear me say: "do it!"
Don't you hear me say: "do it!"
Don't you hear me say...