Air Conditioner

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Sutton Foster - Pop

Air Conditioner

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Oooh this hot summer has got me down again Fry an egg on the street Heatwaves 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 you from brooklyn, staten island or queens I don't care It don't matter 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 But 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 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 my man You are the man for me Bye, bye Bye, bye Buh buh buh badadadada Aooh aooh 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 want to hear anymore You say you live in a penthouse You got a terrace with a view of the night Well, that's swell But I really must tell you An air conditioner is a much prettier sight It don't matter 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 Bada dah dah dah dah

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  • Christine Lavin