Somewhere in America Hey girl, help me if you can I'm coming to you with my heart in my hand Give me love, I'm starved for affection All I need is just a little direction somewhere cross the sea she waits for me

But I know you love a little danger, baby Everything about you girl is just my style You look just like a little angel baby You got some wild in your smile Hey girl what's up, looks like you're good to go Hop in, lets ride, take it down this road You

Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up Soon he will open the door Don't think because there's a ring on your finger You needn't try any more For wives should always be lovers too I'm warning you