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Tekstovi: Girls Aloud. Chemistry. Long Hot Summer.

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 Mazarati
And the ladies stare
Don't mean you'll go as fast as I do

I know it's summer and the city
And the sun is high
But you could play it cool again
'Cause I've seen you disco dancing
With your pants on fire
We need a little tropical rain

So baby, baby
Watch the needle when you're heading south
You drive me crazy
Just remember you could burn me out
So get down

It's been a long, hot summer
And it's ninety-five degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning
And I need that Friday feeling again

You put me in a fever fifty 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 outta my car
'Cause the boys up due are going to fast
I'm taking my time now
If you wanna fly high, keep outta the sun
When your fingers start to burn it's no fun
So why don't you climb now?

If you wanna get fresh then take a cold shower
Put your back on ice before you turn sour
Nobody can fool me
Got a pain in my head and dust in my eyes
Every time I feel the temperature rise
I need you to cool me

I'm partied out of house and home
So, baby, if you fight me
How you gonna like me
Runnin' down that old Kent road
So think before you bite me
How you're gonna get back home

It's been a long, hot summer
And it's ninety-five degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning
And I need that Friday feeling again

You put me in a fever, fifty 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, [Incomprehensible]
So why do you bite me
Cause I, [Incomprehensible]
So why do you bite me

A little late to take it slow
But I couldn't wait to party
Like a cannon ball not what I wanted
Now I've seen it all, so find me

I ricochet 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 queezy