Whoa, you've got the finest eyes I've ever seen
Beverly Hills is calling nightly
So hold me tightly, so hold me tight

She packed her bags and called a cab
And fled to a city so nice, they named it twice
She's up and down, he hangs around
and says pretty things, pretty girl
But just take my advice

Please don't go
You won't know
Everything that you've lost
Until you've lost and then you let go
So speak slow
And unfold
Our lives as storybooks
With endings left untold

Whoa, you've got the finest eyes I've ever seen
Beverly Hills is calling nightly
So hold me tightly, so hold me tightly

She comes to town, he takes her out
He shows her a good time, he shows her what the city's about
No doubt, yeah she has her doubts
Oh, oh, oh
Still the same boy from the south
Like Quid Pro Quo

Stay out late
And we'll thank
The night for everything we dream about in the day
Refrain from those games
That holds back
Yeah, you're holding us back again

Whoa, you've got the finest eyes I've ever seen
Beverly Hills is calling nightly
So hold me tightly, so hold me tightly

Whoa, you've got the finest eyes I've ever seen
Beverly Hills is calling nightly
So hold me tightly, so hold me tightly

Whoa, you've got the finest eyes I've ever seen
Beverly Hills is calling nightly
So hold me tightly, so hold me tightly

Whoa, you've got the finest eyes I've ever seen
Beverly Hills is calling nightly
So hold me tightly, so hold me tightly