| Feelin young and full of fun
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| Hangin out with my crew
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| Hot to trot and about to pop
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| Trying to find some girl to get into
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| There she was fine as can be
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| Hair braided down to her knees
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| She took me home, she turned me out
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| But before sunrise she said I must leave
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| It was a cold chill on a summer night
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| Never thought the girlie wouldn’t treat me right
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| It was a cold chill on a summer day
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| Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
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| It was a cold chill on a summer morn
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| Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
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| It was a cold chill on a summer eve
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| Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
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| I was feeling so trusting
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| Gave it all right down to the bone
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| But she did me wrong
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| On a summer night
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| Far from meek, and feeling chic
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| Refusing to concede defeat
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| There I was same crew, same time
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| Same club we kicked it at the previous week
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| I asked her how could she have the nerve
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| To treat me with such disgrace
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| She blinked her eyes, smiled, apologized
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| Threw her drink right in my face
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| It was a cold chill on a summer night
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| Never thought the girlie wouldn’t treat me right
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| It was a cold chill on a summer day
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| Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
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| It was a cold chill on a summer morn
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| Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
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| It was a cold chill on a summer eve
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| Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
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| I was feeling so trusting
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| Gave it all right down to the bone
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| But she did me wrong
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| On a summer night, on a summer night
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| On a summer night, on a summer night
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| A cold chill, a cold chill, a cold chill, cold chill
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| Weekends came and weekends passed
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| But not the yearning in my heart
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| And there she was to light the spark
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| Like she did right from the very start
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| I took no time, drove to her house
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| Got deep into a passion high
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| I heard a knock, the turn of a key
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| And the voice of another guy
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| It was a cold chill on a summer night
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| Never thought the girlie wouldn’t treat me right
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| It was a cold chill on a summer day
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| Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
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| It was a cold chill on a summer morn
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| Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
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| It was a cold chill on a summer eve
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| Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
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| I was feeling so trusting
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| Gave it all right down to the bone
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| But she did me wrong
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| On a summer night, on a summer night
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| On a summer night, on a summer night
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| It was a cold chill
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| Like standing in the deep freeze
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| A cold chill
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| Like when snow’s above your knees
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| Cold chill
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| Like sitting at the north pole
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| A cold chill
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| Wearing not one stitch of clothes
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| Cold chill
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| Like a winter Chicago night
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| A cold chill
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| Twenty ice cubes down your back for spite
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| Cold chill
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| Stranded in sub-zero degrees
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| A cold chill
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| Layed out on the arctic sea
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| Cold chill
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| When your fingers get frost bite
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| A cold chill
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| Buried beneath ten feet of ice
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| Cold chill
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| Baby, that ain’t so nice
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| A cold chill |