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von Peter Fox
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I get up
Get back into bed right away
It's too hot to really be into it
One step is enough, immediately, sweat is dripping off the chin
Put my balls in some ice and they're gonna stay there
The city is going insane, screaming for wind
You're fried, if you're spending time outside
All women half-naked with a tight string on
At least one fact I'm excited about
I got a fever, lying on my back
I need a weapon for a war against mosquitoes
I'm hallucinating, I got dry lips
And I'm dreaming of snowflakes and ski lodges
My face is shiny, I'm soaking wet and fight my way to the fridge
Get a fresh shirt, don't need no testament
There even goes my last cent
I buy myself an air conditioner
My city has a fever
It drips and sticks
We got heavy limbs
The head hurts
We're like an old dog on it's last legs
We lost it, screwed up, the doctor comes too late
A the Spree, winter feels nice, the summer hurts
The sun is blazing, trash cans are smoking
I'm a crab getting cooked alive
Going to the post with a machete
In-laws from Sweden are sending care packages
My face is shiny, I'm soaking wet and fight my way to the fridge
Get a fresh shirt, don't need no testament, the west is snoring
My city has a fever
It drips and sticks
We got heavy limbs
The head hurts
We're like an old dog on it's last legs
We lost it, screwed up, the doctor comes too late
My city has a fever
It drips and sticks
We got heavy limbs
The head hurts
We're like an old dog on it's last legs
We lost it, screwed up, the doctor comes too late
Get back into bed right away
It's too hot to really be into it
One step is enough, immediately, sweat is dripping off the chin
Put my balls in some ice and they're gonna stay there
The city is going insane, screaming for wind
You're fried, if you're spending time outside
All women half-naked with a tight string on
At least one fact I'm excited about
I got a fever, lying on my back
I need a weapon for a war against mosquitoes
I'm hallucinating, I got dry lips
And I'm dreaming of snowflakes and ski lodges
My face is shiny, I'm soaking wet and fight my way to the fridge
Get a fresh shirt, don't need no testament
There even goes my last cent
I buy myself an air conditioner
My city has a fever
It drips and sticks
We got heavy limbs
The head hurts
We're like an old dog on it's last legs
We lost it, screwed up, the doctor comes too late
A the Spree, winter feels nice, the summer hurts
The sun is blazing, trash cans are smoking
I'm a crab getting cooked alive
Going to the post with a machete
In-laws from Sweden are sending care packages
My face is shiny, I'm soaking wet and fight my way to the fridge
Get a fresh shirt, don't need no testament, the west is snoring
My city has a fever
It drips and sticks
We got heavy limbs
The head hurts
We're like an old dog on it's last legs
We lost it, screwed up, the doctor comes too late
My city has a fever
It drips and sticks
We got heavy limbs
The head hurts
We're like an old dog on it's last legs
We lost it, screwed up, the doctor comes too late
Writer(s): David Conen, Maxim Druener, Nico Seyfrid, Tarek Ebene, Vincent Von Schlippenbach, Pierre Baigorry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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