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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Girls Aloud
Girls Aloud
Performer
Xenomania
Xenomania
Keyboards
Tim "Rolf" Larcombe
Tim "Rolf" Larcombe
Programming
Shawn Lee
Shawn Lee
Keyboards
Cheryl
Cheryl
Vocals
Nadine Coyle
Nadine Coyle
Vocals
Sarah Harding
Sarah Harding
Vocals
Nicola Roberts
Nicola Roberts
Vocals
Kimberley Walsh
Kimberley Walsh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xenomania
Xenomania
Composer
Shawn Lee
Shawn Lee
Songwriter
Miranda Cooper
Miranda Cooper
Songwriter
Lisa Cowling
Lisa Cowling
Songwriter
Giselle Sommerville
Giselle Sommerville
Songwriter
Myra Boyle
Myra Boyle
Songwriter
Tim Larcombe
Tim Larcombe
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xenomania
Xenomania
Producer
Jeremy Wheatley
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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