Из альбома: Born to Die (The Paradise edition)
Every Saturday night I get dressed up to ride for you baby
Crusin' down the street on Hollywood & Vine for you baby
I drive fast, wind in my hair
I push it to the limits 'cos I just don't care
You ask me where I been, I've been everywhere
I don't wanna be nowhere but here
(Come on tell me boy)
I've gotta burning desire for you baby
I've gotta burning desire for you baby
I drive fast, wind in my hair
I push it to the limits 'cos I just don't care
I've gotta burning desire for you, baby
Every Saturday night I seem to come alive for you baby
Santa Monica, I'm dancing in the lights for you baby
I drive fast, radio blast
Have to touch myself to pretend you're there
Your hands are on my hips, your name is on my lips
O'er & O'er again like my only prayer
I've gotta burning desire for you baby
I've gotta burning desire for you baby
I drive fast, wind in my hair
I push it to the limits 'cos I just don't care
I've gotta burning desire for you, baby
I drive fast, flash, everyone knows it, I'm trying to get to you, baby
I'm feeling scared and you know it
I drive fast, flash, everyone knows it, I'm trying to get to you, baby
I'm feeling scared and you know it
I drive fast, flash, everyone knows it, I'm trying to get to you, baby
I'm feeling scared and you know it
I drive fast, flash, everyone knows it, I'm trying to get to you, baby
I'm feeling scared and you know it
I've gotta burning desire for you baby
I've gotta burning desire for you baby
I drive fast, wind in my hair
I push it to the limits 'cos I just don't care
I've gotta burning desire for you baby
(Grazie a Michele Marconi per questo testo)