Take You To The Limit

(álbum: Mean Streak - 1983)

Credit card in her black pursette
Gold and diamonds only the best
With a quarter time walk make you bite your lip
Melts me with the rhythm that's tragically hip
I loved the way she moves the room
And caught the breath of her perfume
It whispers "I'll be there soon"
To make you, take you

Take you to the limit
Going over the top
And take you to the limit
Ain't never gonna stop (no)

Says her sugar-daddy's not at home
She took me there so we could be alone
My thoughts were racing with a burning desire
My blood was boiling and my heart was on fire

Her eyes smiled, as she touched my hand
It was a language I could understand
And when she whispered: "by the baby grand
Take me, make me..."

Take me to the limit
Going over the top
You can take me to the limit
Ain't never gonna stop
Never gonna stop

Oh baby...
Don't you ever stop
Oh, honey
You take me to the top

Oh, you got me anytime you want me, baby

I loved the way she moves the room
And caught the breath of her perfume
It still whispers "I'll be there soon"
To make you, take you

Take you to the limit
Going over the top
You can take me to the limit
Never, never gonna stop
You can take me to the limit
Going over the top