Top Songs By Bad English
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad English
Performer
John Waite
Vocals
Jonathan Cain
Keyboards
Deen Castronovo
Drums
Ricky Phillips
Bass
Mark Spiro
Background Vocals
Tommy Funderburk
Background Vocals
Neal Schon
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Waite
Composer
Jonathan Cain
Composer
Neal Schon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Nevison
Producer
Tony Phillips
Engineer
Gill Morales
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Poe
Assistant Engineer
Dave Lopez
Assistant Engineer
Rand & Rose
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jansen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
In the rhythm of the street
The steam is risin' you can feel the heat
She puts on her make-up, puts shoes on her feet
She's going down tonight (hey)
You can feel it from a distance like a nuclear bomb
She knows she's looking good with the new dress on
And all the guys with the x-ray eyes check her out
She walks on by
She's a primitive girl, the jewel of my desire
A slave to the rhythm, a rhythm machine
I wanna make that girl, make that scene
There's a heatwave on the floor tonight
Watch her move, watch her melt the ice
She's in ecstasy, she spins and she whirls
Dancin' off the edge, off the edge of the world
I'm lookin' for a hot romance
How am I gonna get that girl
When she's dancin' off the edge of the world?
Dancin' off the edge, watch her move
In the rhythm of the beat
She motions her body, she becomes complete
With the rock and roll music, it's indiscrete
It's sexual
You'd better cut her some space, give it some air
You can try if you like, but I wouldn't dare
She don't know it yet but this is a love affair
She's mine, all mine
She's a primitive girl, the jewel of my desire
A slave to the rhythm, a rhythm machine
I wanna make that girl, make that scene
There's a heatwave on the floor tonight
Watch her move, watch her melt the ice
She's in ecstasy, she spins and she whirls
Dancin' off the edge, off the edge of the world
I'm lookin' for a hot romance
How am I gonna catch that girl
When she's dancin' off the edge of the world?
Just look at that girl, watch her move
Hey
Watch her move
Everyone sees me smile from a million miles away
All the gigolos try and try, their best move
She just walks on by
There's a heatwave on the floor tonight
Watch her move, watch her melt the ice
She's in ecstasy, she spins and she whirls
Dancin' off the edge, off the edge of the world
Dancin' off the edge, the edge of the world, yeah
Dancin' off the edge, the edge of my world
Dancin' off the edge
Writer(s): John Waite, Jonathan Cain, Neal Schon
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