Baby, we can talk all night, but that’ll never change the way that I feel. We’ll never be as young as we are right now. I would do anything for love, but there’s only one girl I’ll ever love, and that was so many years ago. Baby, we can talk all night, but that ain’t getting us nowhere. No way, I won’t do that. Let me sleep on it. Baby, baby, let me sleep on it. I’ll give you my answer in the morning. I swear it’s true, I was just about to say I love you, but I gotta get out, I gotta break it out now, before the final crack of dawn, so we gotta make the most of this one night together. When it’s over, we know we’ll both be both so alone. Come on! Come on! Heaven can wait. Rock-‘n’-roll dreams really, really do come through. We’re gonna go all the way tonight. But like a bat out of hell, I’ll be gone when the morning comes. For coming to my room when you know I’m alone, for finding me a highway and for driving me home—for crying out loud—for that I thank you. I treasure your love, I never want to lose it. I want you, I need you, but there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you. I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram on a silver Black Phantom bike. I’m praying for the end of time … so I can end my time with you. I would do anything for love, anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that. Two out of three ain’t bad. Why isn’t that enough?
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