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Chinn / Chapman In the heat of the night when you know it ain`t right, But you do what you want to do, You do what you feel but no one can feel like you. In the summertime city ain`t it a pity, There`s so much to tie you down, You`re leaving tonight for somewhere you can`t be found. While down at the end of town, At a pool hall where they all hang around, You can hear them talking `bout girls they know, Talking `bout what they`re gonna do, Then you ask yourself: is this where you belong, Is it right or is it wrong, And does it matter what`s right, In the heat of the night. |