Wild Night

(álbum: Martha Reeves - 1974)

As you brush your shoes
And stand before the mirror
And you comb your hair
And grab your coat and hat
And you walk, wet streets
Trying to remember
All the wild breezes
In your mem'ry ever

And ev'rything looks so complete
When you're walking out on the street
And the wind catches your feet
And sends you flying, crying
Ooh-wee!
The wild night is calling

And all the girls walk by
Dressed up for each other
And the boys do the boogie-woogie
On the corner of the street
And the people passing by
Just stare in wild wonder
And the inside juke-box
Roars out just like thunder

And ev'rything looks so complete
When you're walking out on the street
And the wind will catch your feet
And sends you flying, crying
Ooh-wee!
The wild night is calling

Ooh-wee
The wild night is calling
Come on out and dance yeah
Come on out and make romance
Come on out and dance
Come on out and make romance
The wild night is calling
The wild wild night is calling
Come on out and dance
Come on out and make romance yeah
Come on out and dance
Come on out and make romance...