Together in the Big Black Car - American Pleasure Club

I don’t wanna leave

I don’t know how to stay this way

Like a single cloud

Stretched over a sunny day

Those beautiful hands

Gliding down my arm

In the big black car with

The wind whipping her hair around

La la, la la, la la…

You said you wanted to go

But then you started to cry

I thought I knew what to say but

The words just leave my mind

You say, «If that’s what it takes

I’ll search the whole world twice

Like a single cloud

Blacking out a summer night»

La la, la la, la la…