She likes it hot
she likes a tan
she steals my infra fed when I`m gone
oh no can it be
we`re heading for a heatwave
Her legs are brown
a trace of rust
she`s in love with a MKII deluxe
oh no can it be we`re heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached like it`s been boiled
she browns herself in a sea of olive oil
and I come around and she`s relaxing
in the conservatory
