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Long Hot Summer - Paul Weller

I know you like to wear my dressing gown when I'm not there
I guess you like it in my shoes
Just cos you drive a Maserati and the ladies stare
Don't mean you'll go as fast as I do
I know it's summer in the city and the sun is high
But you could play it cool again
Cos I have 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
Slow it down
It's been a long hot summer and it's 95 degrees in the shade
Pa-pa-paaa
It's only Sunday morning and I need that Friday feeling again
Pa-pa-paa
You put me in a fever 50 storeys 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
Cos the boys are due, 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 pain in my head and dust in my eyes
Everytime I feel the temperature rise
I need you to cool me
I'm partying out of 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
Pa-pa-paa
It's only Sunday morning and I need that Friday feeling again
Pa-pa-paa
You put me in a fever 50 storeys 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
Cos I-I
I might be
So why-y
Do you fight me?
Cos I-I
I might be
So why-y
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 find me
I've ricocheted
Pa-pa-paa)
Around the world
Drinking pink champagne
It's easy
Turn the heat too high
(Pa-pa-paa)
It's what I wanted
But I just can't lie
Now I'm queasy
Pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-paa
Pa-pa-paa


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