Текст песни ely joe - Imagine Houston
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Imagine Houston in the middle of JulyHotter than a pistol on a saturday niteYour baby`s on the front porch with a bamboo fanAs you pull up to the curb in your black sedanIt don`t take her long she knew you were cominWith a slam of the screen she`s off and she`s runninNow she`s sittin there beside you you forget about the heatYou leave your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the streetWith a steam-heated loveWith a burning desire and a tropical fire in your bloodWith a steam-heated loveThat hurricane feelin it`s got you reelin, you can`t even wait for the flood!You put your arm around her and you tell her the newsAnd the white lines and the freeways they twist like a fuseWhile the Pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailorsBuild cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailorsAnd the asphalt sweats while the welders weldAnd your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hellAnd you better watch your step if you`re just standing aroundBecause the buildings ain`t constructed they erupt from the groundChorusOutroThe parking lots are steaming with a street sweepers mistJust the perfect atmosphere to steal a little kissAnd you notice that the moon has been coated with chromeAs it begins to rise beside the Astrodome.