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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Girls Aloud
Girls Aloud
Performer
Xenomania
Xenomania
Keyboards
Tim "Rolf" Larcombe
Tim "Rolf" Larcombe
Programming
Shawn Lee
Shawn Lee
Bass Guitar
Cheryl
Cheryl
Vocals
Nadine Coyle
Nadine Coyle
Vocals
Sarah Harding
Sarah Harding
Vocals
Nicola Roberts
Nicola Roberts
Vocals
Kimberley Walsh
Kimberley Walsh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xenomania
Xenomania
Songwriter
Tim "Rolf" Larcombe
Tim "Rolf" Larcombe
Songwriter
Shawn Lee
Shawn Lee
Songwriter
Miranda Cooper
Miranda Cooper
Songwriter
Lisa Cowling
Lisa Cowling
Songwriter
Giselle Sommerville
Giselle Sommerville
Songwriter
Myra Boyle
Myra Boyle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xenomania
Xenomania
Producer
Jeremy Wheatley
Jeremy Wheatley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I know you like to wear my dressing gown, When i'm not there. I guess you like it in my shoes. Just coz you drive a Maserati And the ladies stare Don't mean you'll go as fast as i do. I know it's summer in the city And the sun is high But you can play it cool again Coz boy i seen you disco dancing With your pants on fire We need a little tropical rain So baby, baby Watch the needle when your heading south You drive me crazy Just remember you can burn me out Slow it down... It's been a long, hot summer And it's 95 degrees in the shade It's only Sunday morning And I need that Friday feeling again You put me in a fever 50 stories high And suddenly i'm freezing And i don't know why It's been a long, hot summer And i'm shaking like a cool lemonade If you wanna get fresh Get outta my car Coz the boys like you are going too fast I'm taking my time now If you wanna fly high Keep outta the sun When your fingers start to burn It's no fun So why don't you climb down If you wanna get fresh Then take a cold shower Put your back on ice Before you turn sour Nobody can fool me Now i'm cleaning my head And dusting my eyes Every time i feel the temperature rise I need you to cool me I'm partied out of house and home So baby if you fight me How you gonna like me Runnin down that Old Kent Road So think before you bite me How you gonna get back home It's been a long, hot summer And it's 95 degrees in the shade It's only Sunday morning And i need that Friday feeling again You put me in a fever 50 stories high And suddenly i'm freezing And i don't know why Its's been a long, hot summer And i'm shaking like a cool lemonade Cos I-I I might be So why-y Do you fight me? Cos I-I I might be So why-y Do you fight me? A little late To take it slow But I couldn't wait To party Like a cannonball Got what I wanted Now I've seen it all So find me I've ricocheted (Pa-pa-paaa) Around the world Drinking pink champagne It's easy Turn the heat too high (Pa-pa-paaa) It's what I wanted But I just can't lie Now I'm queasy Pa-pa-paaa Pa-pa-paaa Pa-pa-paaa Pa-pa-paaa
Writer(s): Brian Thomas Higgins, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Timothy Elliot Larcombe, Lisa Cowling, Shawn Lee Mahan, Myra Antonio Boyle, Giselle Roberta Sommerville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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