This was gonna be the night tonight I was gonna get to hold you tight But I guess we didn't plan it right I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car You can't move forward or back There's no room to do what the beat tells you to Without throwing your spine outta wack
When a little kiss I want to steal I hit my head against the steering wheel Now I know the way a pretzel feels All I can do is shout...Hey let me out!!
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car You can't move forward or back There's no room to do what the beat tells you to Without throwing your spine outta wack
What a way to waste a day with you Nothing happens that can tell the truth Let's go out and find a telephone booth Yeah that's a better place, I like more space
Cause there's , no room to rhumba in a sports car You can't move forward or back There's no room to do what the beat tells you to Without throwing your spine outta wack
