| Well, I’ve heard 'em say there’s one for everybody,
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| And I just knew somehow that you’d be the one for me.
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| 'Cause making love with you’s not just a hobby:
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| No, it’s the flame that burnt the forest down in me.
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| And darling was it day or was it night-time
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| Were them whippoorwills a-moaning through the trees? |
| Through the trees?
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| I don’t remember just what you said but ooh, right from the start,
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| You made me hotter than Mojave in my heart.
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| Well baby, I could stay this way forever,
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| Just passing time at ninety-nine degrees.
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| 'Cause loving you’s my favorite kind of weather.
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| Oh, forever let the flame burn down in me.
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| And I’ll not prepare my heart for the change of season.
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| And I’ll whip old Winter Wind there if she blows, if she blows.
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| Well, God bless the day that you came along and you tipped my apple cart.
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| And you made me hotter than Mojave in my heart.
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| Instrumental break.
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| And I’ll not prepare my heart for the change of season.
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| And I’m a-gonna whip old Winter Wind there if she blows, if she blows.
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| Well, God bless the day that you came along and you tipped my apple cart.
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| An' you made me hotter than Mojave in my heart.
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| Now it’s hotter than Mojave in my heart. |