Miami Beach, Ocean Drive,   it was the hottest afternoon of all my life.   She had a fast car, she was driving slow,   there was one thing, I needed to know:   "Where are you going to, what are you doin' with me?"   She said: "Relax! It's 25 miles to Kissimmee"   to Kissimmee, to Kissimmee...      "Touch me", she said "I can't do that",   I tried to say while she undressed me,   I feel so bad, but i feel glad   boom boom - sweet desire,   don't set my heart of fire.   Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"   Don't you hear me say...      "Touch me, right here", I said: "No my dear,   I am a good man - why don't you understand   that I'm not mad, we won't do that,   I've got a family - so please don't touch me."   Don't you hear me say: "don't do it!"   Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"   Don't you hear me say...      Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me baby,   kiss me, kiss me, Kissimmee.   I don't need sentimental moonlight   as long as you are here with me.      Don't stop,    kiss me,   I feel dirty,   but I feel good,   baby you should   not leave this car.   I feel so wunderbar   what do you do to me -   baby touch me.   Don't you hear me say:   "do it!"      Don't you hear me say:   "do it!"      Don't you hear me say:   "do it!"      Don't you hear me say...