Tekster: Thunderhead. Behind The Eight-ball. Open All Night.

[Music: H. Wolter; Lyrics: T. Pulit]

Was walkin' down
The boulevard
When I first bumped into you
I said "I'd like to look ya up some time
Maybe have a drink or two"

She said "I think you're crazy
You don't know me very well
But for you there's only love to sell"

Every night she'll be there
Same old place without a care

'Cause she's open all night long
Open all night long
She's open all night long
Open all night long

I finally gave up tryin'
She told me that she couldn't wait
I said "How can you live your
Live this way"
She said "Honey, I got bills to pay"

She walked up to another car
They were gone in a flash
I guess he's the one who likes his
Love paid in cash
Every night she'll be there
Same old place without a care

Every night she'll be there
Same old place without a care