Lyrics

She likes it hot She likes a tan She steals my infrared When I'm gone Oh no, I'm getting ready We're heading for a heatwave Oh no, I'm getting ready We're heading for a heatwave Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled She browns herself in a sea of olive oil And I come around and she's relaxing, relaxing In the conservatory Her legs are brown A face of rust She's in love With a MKII deluxe Oh no, I'm getting ready We're heading for a heatwave Oh no, I'm getting ready We're heading for a heatwave Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled She browns herself in a sea of olive oil And I come around and she's relaxing In the conservatory Her legs are brown A face of rust She's in love With a MKII deluxe Oh no, I'm getting ready We're heading for a heatwave Oh no, I'm getting ready We're heading for a heatwave Oh no, I'm getting ready We're heading for a heatwave