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Oooh this hot summer has got me down again, |
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Fry an egg on the street |
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Heatwaves awigglin' on the sidewalk, |
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Cops are droppin like flies on the beat, |
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I need a new lover to take me in, |
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Protect me from this humid air, |
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Be you from brooklyn, staten island or queens, |
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I don't care |
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It don't matter kinda lovin' you're into, |
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Or how big your apartment might be, |
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All you need's an air conditioner, |
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And you're the man for me |
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You can pour me a glass of Perrier, |
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You can fan my fevered brow, |
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You can rub my down with alcohol, |
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But ain't enough! |
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No how |
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You can lay me in a tub of ice, |
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you can spin me in a cold shower, too, |
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But if you don't have an air conditioner, |
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I will not go home with you |
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It don't matter kinda lovin' you're into, |
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Or how big your ego might be, |
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All you need's an air conditioner, |
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And you are the man, |
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You are the man, |
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You are the man, |
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You are my man, |
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You are the man for me |
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Bye, bye, |
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Bye, bye, |
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Buh buh buh badadadada, |
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Aooh aooh |
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What's that you say? |
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You live by the hudson river? |
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And a breeze blows through your door? |
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Well, honey, if you don't have |
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a freidrichs in your window, |
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I don't want to hear anymore |
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You say you live in a penthouse, |
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You got a terrace with a view of the night, |
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Well, that's swell, |
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But I really must tell you, |
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An air conditioner is a much prettier sight |
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It don't matter kinda lovin' you're into, |
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Or how big your apartment might be, |
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All you need's an air conditioner, |
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And you're the man oh, |
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You're the man, |
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I don't care what kinda lovin' you're into, |
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Or how big your ... might be, |
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All you need's an air conditioner, |
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And you're the man oh, |
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You're the man oh, |
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You're the man for me |
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Bada dah dah dah dah |
