Letras: David Vendetta. I Hope She Turns Around.

The music plays, the crowd is swaying...
Yeah, that's her standing over there...
Light and shadow passing through her
She broke my heart, but she don't care
So come on baby, hold me closer
And run your fingers through my hair

I Hope She Turns Around
(revenge tastes sweet on a Saturday night)
I Hope She Turns Around
(tastes so sweet on a Saturday night)

I love your eyes, they shine more brightly
Your body moves, she can't compare
Exotic face, erotic virtue
Makes everybody stop and stare

I Hope She Turns Around

(revenge tastes sweet on a Saturday night)
I Hope She Turns Around
(tastes so sweet on a Saturday night)

Closing time closes in on her
The ugly lights will have their say
She'll flash a smile to pass inspection
And take his hand and walk away

I Hope She Turns Around
(revenge tastes sweet on a Saturday night)
I Hope She Turns Around
(tastes so sweet on a Saturday night)