Ninety Miles an Hour (Down a Dead End Street)
I took you home from the party and we kissed in fun
A few stolen kisses, and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on
'Til suddenly, we found that the brakes were gone
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' 90 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 that warning voice
All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead-end street
You're not free to belong to me
And you know that I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone
Warning signs are flashing by but we pay no heed
Instead of slowing down the pace, we keep pickin' up the speed
Disaster's getting closer every time we meet
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead-end street
You're not free to belong to me
And you know that I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone
Warning signs are flashing by, but we pay no heed
Instead of slowing down the pace, we keep pickin' up the speed
Disaster's getting closer every time we meet
Goin' 90 miles an hour down a dead-end street
A few stolen kisses, and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on
'Til suddenly, we found that the brakes were gone
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' 90 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 that warning voice
All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead-end street
You're not free to belong to me
And you know that I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone
Warning signs are flashing by but we pay no heed
Instead of slowing down the pace, we keep pickin' up the speed
Disaster's getting closer every time we meet
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead-end street
You're not free to belong to me
And you know that I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone
Warning signs are flashing by, but we pay no heed
Instead of slowing down the pace, we keep pickin' up the speed
Disaster's getting closer every time we meet
Goin' 90 miles an hour down a dead-end street
Credits
Writer(s): Don Robertson, Hal Blair
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