Music: Paul Gala
Your car speeds up the midnight highway
You put your head out of the window
Looking up at the sky
You see a shooting star fly by
And you make a wish but you don't
Tell me what it is
Tell me what it is
Will your wishes, your wishes, your wishes, your wishes come true?
Will your wishes, your wishes, your wishes, your wishes come true?
I don't have the liberty of waiting
You don't have anyone to save you
Ooh, pretty girl Pretty girl
The witches' wind turned you into a stranger
I called your name
But you just kept on going Kept on going, going, going
The desert was cold and stretched
As I lay your memory to rest
And I wondered, I wondered, I wondered
Did your wishes, your wishes, your wishes, your wishes come true?
Did your wishes, your wishes, your wishes, your wishes come true?
I don't have the liberty of waiting
You don't have anyone to save you
Ooh to save you, to save you, to save you Pretty girl
Pretty girl
Pretty girl