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You sound a little crazy

But it could be the heat

I'm roasted like a chestnut

By the fire of your feet

Your body is a furnace

Your love is the coal

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Now Georgie was a female

As females go

She moved fast like a jaguar

Melting all like snow

She was a foxy heater

Rotated like the sun

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My pal Ernie inferred no

He was a bronzed style punk

He drank up the rainbow

To get his skull drunk

He laid by the mission bell

To keep his guns all creamed

Why don't you understand?

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Why don't you understand?

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