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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Girls Aloud
Performer
Xenomania
Keyboards
Tim "Rolf" Larcombe
Programming
Shawn Lee
Keyboards
Cheryl
Vocals
Nadine Coyle
Vocals
Sarah Harding
Vocals
Nicola Roberts
Vocals
Kimberley Walsh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xenomania
Composer
Shawn Lee
Songwriter
Miranda Cooper
Songwriter
Lisa Cowling
Songwriter
Giselle Sommerville
Songwriter
Myra Boyle
Songwriter
Tim Larcombe
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xenomania
Producer
Jeremy Wheatley
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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
Don't mean you'll go as fast as I do
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
We need a little tropical rain
So baby, baby
Watch the needle when you're heading south
You drive me crazy
Just remember you can burn me out, slow it down
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
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
Got a pain in my head and dust in my eyes
Every time I feel the temperature rise
I need you to cool me
I'm partied out of house and home
So, baby, if you fight me, how you gonna like me?
Runnin' down that Old Kent Road
So think before you bite me, how you gonna get back home?
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
'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?
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
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
Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa
Writer(s): Lisa Cowling, Shawn Lee Mahan, Timothy Elliot Larcombe, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Myra Antonio Boyle, Brian Thomas Higgins, Giselle Roberta Sommerville
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