Talk to me
want my love.
Talk to me
but not that stuff.
You ain't get enough using my love.
You call for me
again I'll see.
In the heat of the night
You lose control and sell your soul
I lose control in the heat of the night
It's much too late to leave the trade
But I can't stand it anymore
You lose your heart and sell your soul
I lose control in the heat of the night
In the heat of the night
Talk to me - want my love. Talk to me - but not that stuff.
Who's on my side losing my pride?
You call for me
again I'll see.
In the heat of the night . . .
In the heat of the night
In the heat of the night . . .
You lose your heart and sell your soul
It's much too late to leave the trade