Paroles: Underworld. A Hundred Days Off. Trim.

He-he-heat in your skin
pull up a chair and unwind

dog we don't share
the taxi left us behind

silhouette of a psychic reader in the market
and the straw wrapped around a bottle to take home
barbeque chicken oil in a drum, double strong wrong
here comes the horn you call for
woman in a box with her head in her box
speaks french when spoken like a tourist french
hey classic coca-cola in a can when you wanna cool down
heat, she move up the street in waves
sugar, sugar, clear your mind leave it all behind
get in the boat and float
join in on a high spot and ride, ride
put on some smile
stay for a while
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