The Hot Girl At The Party (2) Табы

Cheryl:
I know you like to wear my dressing gown,
When I'm not there.
I guess you like it in my shoes.

Just 'cause you drive a Maserati
And the ladies stare
Cheryl and Kimberley:
Don't mean you'll go as fast as I do.

Cheryl:
I know it's summer in the city
And the sun is high
But you can play it cool again
'Cause boy I've seen you disco dancing
With your pants on fire
Cheryl and Kimberley:
We need a little tropical rain

Nadine:
So baby, baby
Watch the needle when you're heading south, ooh
You drive me crazy
Just remember you can burn me out
Slow it down...

All:
It's been a long, hot summer
And it's 95 degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning
And I need that Friday feeling again

You put me in a fever 50 stories high
And suddenly I'm freezing
And I don't know why
It's been a long, hot summer
And I'm shaking like a cool lemonade

Nadine:
If you wanna get fresh
Get outta my car
'Cause the boys like you are going too fast
I'm taking my time now

If you wanna fly high
Keep outta the sun
When your fingers start to burn, it's no fun
So why don't you climb down

If you wanna get fresh
Then take a cold shower
Put your back on ice
Before you turn sour
Nobody can fool me

Now I'm cleaning my head
And dusting my eyes
Every time I feel the temperature rise
I need you to cool me

Kimberley and Nicola:
I'm partied out of house and home
Sarah and Nicola:
So baby if you fight me
How you gonna like me?

Kimberley and Nicola:
Running down that Old Kent Road
Sarah and Nicola:
So think before you bite me
How you gonna get back home?

All:
It's been a long, hot summer
And it's 95 degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning
And I need that Friday feeling again

You put me in a fever 50 stories high
And suddenly I'm freezing
And I don't know why
Its's been a long, hot summer
And I'm shaking like a cool lemonade

Cheryl:
'Cause I-I
I might be
So why-y
Do you fight me?

'Cause I-I
I might be
So why-y
Do you fight me?

Kimberley and Nicola:
A little late
To take it slow
But I couldn't wait
To party

Like a cannonball
Got what I wanted
Now I've seen it all
So find me

All:
I've ricocheted
Around the world
Drinking pink champagne
It's easy

Turn the heat too high
It's what I wanted
But I just can't lie
Now I'm queasy