This is the story of a young girl who was the Einstein of the dance They called her Big Noise from Winnetka, against her no one stood a chance Big Noise
You took me from my mother's lovin' arms I still had about a foot to grow Whoa, I must have been only maybe seventeen It was a very long time ago Actually
Well hello. gee, I can't believe you're here with me. Oh, I've wanted to see you alone for so long. Where did you learn to do all that? Oh, c'mon over
You drove into town like the wind. Hot on the heels of the rain. And in your eyes all was calm. That's why they call you hurricane. You blow me away.
body for a tool. As I ride home in the evenin' I'm staring at my hands, swearin' by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance. Oh,
The world is full of married men With wives who never understand They're lookin' for someone to share The excitement of a love affair And just as soon
Time 2:15, the AM Place Ronardo's "Boom-Boom-Room" on South Street I'm a hot blond and it was a cold night This is my story. I ain't ashamed to tell it
Come on down, lightning Come on down, thunder Come on down, raindrops Don't leave me to wonder Life ain't worth lovin' Love ain't worth havin' without
