(Don Robertson - Hal Blair)

I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Stead of stoppin' when we could we went right on
Till suddenly we found the brakes were gone.

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You belong to someone else and I do too
It's just crazy bein' here with you
As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Doin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.

I didn't want to want you now I have no choice
It's too late to listen to the warning voice
All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat
Doin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.

You're not free to belong to me
And you know I can never be your own
Your lips on mine are like sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone.

Warnin' signs are flashin' by us but we pay no heed
Stead of slowin' down the pace we keep picking up the speed
Disaster's getting closer every time we meet
Doin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.

You're not free to belong to me
And you know I can never be your own
Your lips on mine are like sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone...