Late at night in summer heat. 
Expensive car, empty street
There's a wire in my jacket. 
This is my trade
It only takes a moment,
 don't be afraid
I can hotwire an ignition like 
some kind of star
I'm just a poor boy 
in a rich man's car
So I whisper to the engine, 
flick on the lights
And we drive into the night
Oh the smell of the leather
 always excited my imagination
And I picture myself 
in this different situation
I'm [bad word] director, 
two kids and a wife
I get the feeling that there's more to this one's life
There's some kind [bad word] 
 he tells her he's aloооооne
Spends the night with his lover,
 there's a trace of her cologne
And the words of his mistress, 
as she whispers them so near
Start ringing in my ear

Please take me dancing tonight 
I've been all on my own
You promised one day we could its,
 what you said on the phone
I'm just a prisoner of love
 always hid form the light
Take me dancing,
 please take me dancing tonight

I imagine his wife, 
she don't look NOTHING  like a fool
She picks the kids up form some private school
She remembers what he told her,
 he was late and worked alone
But there's more than a suspicion 
in this lingering cologne
And the kid's just won't be quiet
 and [bad word] a traffic light
And she drives into the night

Please take me dancing tonight I've been all on my own
You promised one day we could it's what you said on the phone
I'm just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
Take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight
So here am I in a stolen car at a traffic light