Christine Lavin Air Conditioner
Ooh this hot summer's got me down
You can fry an egg on the street
Heat waves are wiggling on the sidewalk
Cops are dropping like flies on the beat
I need a new lover to take me in
Protect me from this humid air
Be him from Brooklyn, Staten Island, or Queens
I don't care
It don't matter what kinda lovin' you're into
Or how big your apartment might be
All you need's an Air Conditioner
And you're the man for me
You can pour me a glass of Perrier
You can fan my fevered brow
You can rub me down with alcohol
That ain't enough know how
You can lay me in a tub of ice
You can stand me in a cold shower too
But if you don't have an Air Conditioner
I will not go home with you
It don't matter what kinda lovin' you're into
Or how big your ego might be
All you need's an Air Conditioner
And you are the man
You are the man
You are the man
You are the man
You are the man
You are the man
You are the man for me
What's that you say you live by the Hudson River
And a breeze blows through your door
Well honey if you don't have a Freidrich's in your window
I don't wanna hear any more
What's that you say you live in a penthouse
Got a terrace with a view of the night
Well that's swell but I really must tell you
An Air Conditioner's a much prettier sight
It don't matter what kinda lovin' you're into
Or how big your wallet might be
All you need's an Air Conditioner
And you're the man oh
You're the man
I don't care what kinda lovin' you're into
Or how big your... might be
All you need's an Air Conditioner
And you're the man oh
You're the man oh
You're the man for me
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