Girl, you know I love talking to you on the phone. I could listen to your sweet voice all night long. Sometimes I can get by with a sweet dreams baby good night, but this time, well, I don't wanna spend it alone. So I'm coming over, I hope it's alright. Listen for me pulling into your drive. Look out your window – you'll see my lights. Baby girl, I gotta see you tonight. The way the breeze is blowing, blowing. Got me wishing I was holding, holding. Holding you so tight under that porch light. But girl, I gotta see you tonight, tonight, tonight. Girl, I gotta see you tonight, tonight, tonight.