Talk to me - want my love. Talk to me - but not that stuff. You ain't get enough using my love. You call for me again I'll see.
In the heat of the night You lose control and sell your soul I lose control in the heat of the night It's much too late to leave the trade But I can't stand it anymore You lose your heart and sell your soul I lose control in the heat of the night In the heat of the night
Talk to me - want my love. Talk to me - but not that stuff. Who's on my side losing my pride? You call for me again I'll see.
In the heat of the night . . . In the heat of the night
In the heat of the night . . . You lose your heart and sell your soul It's much too late to leave the trade