And the thunder rolls Deep in her heart The thunder rolls (the thunder rolls) And the lightning strikes Another love grows cold The thunder rolls Three thirty in the morning Not a soul in sight The city's looking like a ghost town

You set me on fire Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline When the music goes up And the sun goes down Lightning strikes

Now lightning strikes in old New York It may be dark but I want to talk It might rain, it might snow Too many things I got to know If this is spring than it's time to sing Never mind the l'il birdies wing Look out, look out, old New York New York's

Oh lightning strikes twice And it burns like ice I wish I didn't love you again That zig-zag shooting through my heart That zig-zag hit me like a dart Electricity, electricity Oh, this love's tearing me apart I been running like the light from the dark

And I can't fight it Lightning, lightning strikes, strikes, strikes Lightning, lightning strikes I lose myself looking for help In you, not like before Like no one else, like no one else I can't contain these burning lights will find you

Do you like, pretty things Pretty places, pretty bae Every night, dreamy seas Float away, away with us Love and trust is what you see Exquisite minds, satisfy Make a choice, make it fast, lightning never strikes twice Like a harem baby Just follow me,

What have I got to do to make you love me What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's sad (so sad) What have I got to do to make you care, And I wake to find that you're not there? What have I got to do to make you want

You, oh, oh, you, oh, oh Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you, oh, oh You, oh, oh We go fast till they can't replay Who knows why it's gotta be this way

You, you, you, you You, ooh, ooh Baby, this is what you came for And everybody's watching her Lightning strikes everytime she moves But she's looking at you, you, you, you But she's looking at you Lightning strikes every time she moves

It's sad, so sad (so sad) What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over? Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What