25 Miles to Kissimmee - Fool's Garden, Peter Freudenthaler, Volker Hinkel

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…