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The Bouncing Souls - It's Not The Heat, It's The Humanity
It's hot It's a four-alarm fricasee boy this heat is
killing me it's hot it's hot tonight It's duelling
dicks in a deep-fry It's hot standing next to these
other guys it's hot It's sweaty snapper in a stir-fry
A blazing sun under a red sky It's hot It's hot It's
sexy and it's wet and the show ain't even over yet
How much better can get tonight It's so hot i can't
even think I need some air I need a drink Sweaty
bodies everywhere down to their underwear tonight!
My balls are sticking to my leg Pass the 40;
sippin' dregs Raise the roof let's set it off
Cuz we just can get enough tonight!
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