Sting Stolen Car

Stolen Car Studio Version Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street There s a wire in my jacket. This is my trade It only takes a moment, don t be afraid I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star I m just a poor boy in a rich man s car So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights And we drive into the night Oh the smell of the leather always excited my imagination And I picture myself in this different situation I m a company director, two kids and a wife I get the feeling that there s more to this one s life There s some kind of complication, he tells her he s alone Spends the night with his lover, there s a trace of her cologne And the words of his mistress, as she whispers them so near Start ringing in my ear Please take me dancing tonight I ve been all on my own You promised one day we could, it s what you said on the phone I m just a prison