I was feeling like a contender
Thoughts of failure, return to sender
Tonight's my chance, I'm in style
But the movies get it wrong every once in a while

1 2 3 baby eyes on me
She said, we don't have all night
She was moving like a pro
I wanted to go slow
I just didn't have the time
1 2 3 baby hands on me
She said, like we've got all night
Yeah, sweet talking at the bar
Now we're kissin' in her car
How I wish she could be mine

That's it, it's over, there goes my chance
Now it's time to play the ghost dance
The kiss of death, back to the numbers game
One less claim to fame and a stain on my name

1 2 3 baby eyes on me
She said, we don't have all night
She was moving like a pro
I wanted to go slow
I just didn't have the time
1 2 3 baby hands on me
She said, like we've got all night
Yeah, sweet talking at the bar
Now we're kissin' in her car
How I wish she could be mine

But I'll bet you'll feel regret
When it's morning and you
Wake up to the smell of cigarettes and sweat
I may have tried to warn you but you already knew
You're gonna start to miss me out of the blue
Now we're right back where we started
Yet it still feels so new

1 2 3 baby eyes on me
She said, we don't have all night
She was moving like a pro
I wanted to go slow
I just didn't have the time
1 2 3 baby hands on me
She said, like we've got all night
Yeah, sweet talking at the bar
Now we're kissin' in her car
How I wish she could be mine