The Hit Crew - Long Hot Summer (Instrumental) Songtexte

Songtexte Long Hot Summer (Instrumental) - The Hit Crew




I know you like to wear my dressing gown when I'm not there
I guess you like it in my shoes
Just cause you drive a Maserati and the ladies stare
Don't mean you go as fast as I do
I know it's summer in the city and the sun is hot
But you could play it cool again
Cause I have seen you disco dancing with your pants on fire
We need a little tropical rain
So baby, baby
Watch the needle when your head is south
You drive me crazy
Just remember you could burn me out
Slow it down
It's been a long, hot summer and it's 95 degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning and I need that Friday feeling again
You put me in a fever 50 stories high
And suddenly I'm freezing and I don't know why
It's been a long, hot summer and I'm shaking like a cool lemonade
If you wanna get fresh, get out of my car
Cause the boys are chill, we're going too fast
I'm taking my time now
If you wanna fly high, keep out of the sun
When your fingers start to burn, it's no fun
So why don't you climb down?
If you wanna get fresh, then take a cold shower
Put your back on ice before you turn sour
Nobody can fool me
I've got a pain in my head and dust in my eyes
Every time I see the temperature rise
I need you to cool me
I'm hotter than a house and home
So baby, if you fight me, how you gonna like me?
Running down that old Kent Road
So think before you bite me, how you gonna get back home?
It's been a long, hot summer and it's 95 degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning and I need that Friday feeling again
You put me in a fever 50 stories high
And suddenly I'm freezing and I don't know why
It's been a long, hot summer and I'm shaking like a cool lemonade
Cause I, I'm on a peak
So why do you fight me?
Cause I, I'm on a peak
So why do you fight me?
A little late to take it slow
But I couldn't wait to party
Like a cannonball, got what I wanted
Now I've seen it all, so fight me
I've ricocheted around the world
Drinking pink champagne, it's easy
Turn the heat too high, it's what I wanted
But I just can't lie, now I'm queasy



Autor(en): Keith Lionel Urban, Richard Marx


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