(Allee Willis / Lauren Wood)
Somebody got a magic touch Somebody just can't get enough Your picture's hanging in my car I love you for just who you are
And don't you know I want you?, maybe
Can't you hear me coming? If that'll make it better It's always getting hotter So shoot it like a rocket
I sit behind a desk all day And dream of you to get away I got no money in the bank I don't need much, got you to thank
And don't you know I want you?, maybe
Oh, get your motor running Can't you hear me coming? If that'll make it better It's always getting hotter So shoot it like a rocket
Deep in the night, I turn around And wish you were here with me I grab the sheets and make up a fantasy That you're the one that I love?
Can't you hear me coming? And send it to me, ooh, oh, oh Ain't nothing gonna stop it So shoot it like a rocket Can't you hear me coming? And sent it to me, ah, ho More from Dusty Springfield