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 So won't you tame your man Hot George Now Georgie was a female As females go She moved fast like a jaguar Melting all like snow She was a foxy heater Rotating like the sun So won't you tame yor man Hot George Pavlovian he said "Lo" [**unsure about this line] 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? Hot George Why don't you understand? Hot George Why don't you understand? Hot George G-g-g-Georgie G-g-g-Georgie
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