Текст песни Air Conditioner - Christine Lavin

Ooh, this hot summer has got me down
You can't fry an egg on the street
Heat waves are wigglin' on the sidewalk
Cops are droppin' like flies on the beat
I need a new lover to take me in
Protect me from this humid air
Be it from Brooklyn, Staten Island, or Queens
I don't care

It don't matter what kind of lovin' you're into
Or how big your apartment might be
All you need's an air conditioner
And you're the man for me

You can pour me a glass of Perrier
You can fan my fevered brow
You can rub me down with alcohol
That ain't enough know how
You can lay me in a tub of ice
You can stand me in a cold shower too
But if you don't have an air conditioner
I will not go home with you

It don't matter what kind of lovin' you're into
Or how big your ego might be
All you need's an air conditioner
And you are the man, you are the man
You are the man, you are the man
You are the man, you are the man
You are the man for me

What's that you say, you live by the Hudson River?
And a breeze blows through your door?
Well, honey, if you don't have a Friedrichs in your window
I don't wanna hear anymore
What's that you say, you live in a penthouse
Got a terrace with a view of the night?
Well, that's swell, but I really must tell you
An air conditioner's a much prettier sight

It don't matter what kind of lovin' you're into
Or how big your wallet might be
All you need's an air conditioner
And you're the man, oh, you're the man
I don't care what kind of lovin' you're into
Or how big your - might be
All you need's an air conditioner
And you're the man, oh, you're the man, oh
You're the man for me

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