Air Conditioner

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Christine Lavin - Pop

Air Conditioner

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Ooh this hot summer's got me down You  can fry an egg on the street Heat  waves are wiggling on the sidewalk Cops are dropping like flies on the beat I need a new lover to take me in Protect  me from this humid air Be  him from Brooklyn, Staten Island, or Queens I don't care It  don't matter what kinda lovin' you're into Or how big your apartment might be All you need's an Air Conditioner And you're the man for me You  can pour me a glass of Perrier You can fan my fevered brow You can rub me down with alcohol That ain't enough know how You can lay me in a tub of ice You can stand me in a cold shower too But if you don't have an Air Conditioner I will not go home with you It don't matter what kinda lovin' you're into Or how big your ego might be All you need's an Air Conditioner And you are the man You are the man You are the man You are the man You are the man You are the man You are the man for me What's that you say you live by the Hudson River And a breeze blows through your door Well honey if you don't have a Freidrich's in your window I don't wanna hear any more What's that you say you live in a penthouse Got a terrace with a view of the night Well that's swell but I really must tell you An Air Conditioner's a much prettier sight It don't matter what kinda lovin' you're into Or how big your wallet might be All you need's an Air Conditioner And you're the man oh You're the man I don't care what kinda lovin' you're into Or how big your... might be All you need's an Air Conditioner And you're the man oh You're the man oh You're the man for me Ba da ba da ba ba

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  • Christine Lavin