paroles de chanson Heatwave - XTC

She likes it hot
She likes a tan
She steals my infra red when I′m gone
Oh no can it be
We're heading for a heatwave
Her legs are brown
A trace of rust
She′s in love with a MKII deluxe
Oh no can it be we're heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled
She browns herself in a sea of olive oil
And I come around and she′s relaxing
In the conservatory