Besedila: Deborah Allen. Blame It On The Heat.

The air was so thick
Well, you could cut with a knife
And the night stood still

Never felt like this in all of my life
It never felt so real, I can't believe
The way my heart melts with every beat

Blame it on the heat
It happens when we meet
Blame it on the sweet southern nights
Blame it on the heat

Baby, when we touch
Uncontrollable fire, comes over us
Why we create such a burning desire
Is mysterious, we go out of our minds
As the temperature climbs by degrees

Blame it on the heat
It happens when we meet
Blame it on the sweet southern nights
Blame it on the heat, blame it on the heat

We go out of our minds
As the temperature climbs by degrees

Blame it on the heat
It happens when we meet
Blame it on the sweet southern night
Blame it on the heat, blame it on the heat

Blame it on the heat