| I can tell baby you’re gonna get blistered
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| If you get to close to the stove
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| I hark to the day my mother used to say
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| «Cool off with a watering hose»
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| And that Pentecostal preacher
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| Lord he tried to teach me
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| I tried to pay attention too
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| That fire and brimstone sermon he was screaming
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| I guess he never heard about you
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| You’re hot, hot, hot
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| Like a jalapeno pepper on the end of my tongue
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| I said ooo, ooo, ooo
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| I stuck my feet in the flame
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| And there ain’t no return
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| Love lit a fire and I’m letting it burn
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| It’s getting hot and sweaty
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| Let’s open them-a-windows
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| And kick off the sheets
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| And if the heat don’t let up
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| Baby we can get up
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| And take it on down to the creek
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| This fever ain’t a breaking
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| Oh my bed is a aching
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| Ain’t no doctor gonna save me
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| Let’s write up the sky
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| Let the mercury rise
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| Baby, bring on the heat
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| I can hardly breath baby
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| Don’t you go calling 911
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| I know what you’re doing to me |