This was gonna be the night tonightI was gonna get to hold you tightBut I guess we didn't plan it rightI never stood a chance, we couldn't dance
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports carYou can't move forward or backThere's no room to do what the beat tells you toWithout throwing your spine outta wack
When a little kiss I want to stealI hit my head against the steering wheelNow I know the way a pretzel feelsAll I can do is shout...Hey let me out!!
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports carYou can't move forward or backThere's no room to do what the beat tells you toWithout throwing your spine outta wack
What a way to waste a day with youNothing happens that can tell the truthLet's go out and find a telephone boothYeah that's a better place, I like more space
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports carYou can't move forward or backThere's no room to do what the beat tells you toWithout throwing your spine outta wack
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