Not a cloud in the sky, unfortunetely it's burning outside there's no relief you fan me cocktails the hardedge in me I did know your place I had no ace
please don't be dramatic, if we can't be romantic pull out the ice, pull out the fan pull the man who is inside of me cause it's too hot to be romantic
baby it's not your fault, no no no it's just your dumb love last summer heat wave, baby has fought me up has fought me up
someday we make love... that's right baby, in the fall for sure
but tonight i'm afraid you sleep on the floor with my shoes in the door the unbearbly hot dog you and the shoe and the dog loose, oh baby I got a snooze
