I don’t want to run your lifeOr try to tell you what to doOh but babe it seems I never ever get enough of youMy fortune teller tells me you’re the kind of man that I should try to loseWhat she don’t know is no man’s ever turned me on the way you doCHORUSC’mon babyMake It LastC’mon babyMake It LastYou call me on the phoneWhisper all the words I love to hearThen you come around my doorSaying you only got one hour to spareMy crystal ball is spinningTelling me I’m gonna get a good man soonBut right now honey ain’t no man that turns me onThe way you doCHORUSC’mon babyMake It LastC’mon babyMake It LastBRIDGEUh-huh let’s dance the night awayOh if only you would try to stayUh-huh you’re such a busy manAnd I’m trying to do the best I canSo stay a little longer just a little longerTry to make the evening last