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A1 - Burning In The Heat Of Love

Sun's above the fire below
The earth is quaking shimmy shaking to and fro
If in doubt you check it out
This crazy thing called love the fuss is all about

I'm burning in the heat deadened by the beat
Can't you see I'm burning in the heat of love
I'm burning in the heat deadened by the beat
Can't you see I'm burning in the heat of love

I'm cool above I'm hot below
My knees are knocking shocking tremolo
We wined and dined in '69
This red hot pleasing shot a tingle right up my spine

I'm burning in the heat deadened by the beat
Can't you see I'm burning in the heat of love
I'm burning in the heat deadened by the beat
I'm burning in the heat of love

Hey you over there
I remember your eyes
You look so good when they were closed

I'm smoking above and I'm steaming below
My back is aching busy making ecstasy flow
And taking a tip I finally got hip
The only real L.O.V.E. is caught in my zip ow

I'm burning in the heat deadened by the beat
Can't you see I'm burning in the heat of love
I'm burning in the heat deadened by the beat
I'm burning in the heat of love

I'm burning burning burning burning
I'm burning in the heat of love
I'm burning in the fire that's my desire
I'm burning in the heat of love

Get lucky you teaser

You gonna give us some lip

Ooh I like your mind

It's your body I can't stand
B1 - Ready Steady Kids

Oh anytime you ride through on a hot summer's night
There's a sweet smell of weed in the air, yes sir
All them cops are hanging on in and flying like kites
You can tell by the glass in their stare, yes sir

Any bar room poolroom when the action gets rough
A sense of discontent in the air, yes sir
Caps on sideways trousers on backwards trying to look tough
You can tell them hard nut cookies ain't square, no sir

The ready steady kids are flipping their lids and ripping their skids
The ready steady kids are picking their spliffs and smoking their cigs

They rowdy up the ball game on a cold afternoon
Aiming at the ref with a can, yeah man
All them cops been working all week got it out for a loon
Been getting all stuck up in a jam, yeah man

The ready steady kids are flipping their lids and ripping their skids
The ready steady kids are picking their spliffs and smoking their cigs

Who ready steady
Who ready steady
Who ready steady

Any old plantation on a hot summer's night
There's a sweet smell of grass in the air, yes sir
All them cops is letting off steam and are flying like kites
You can tell by the glass in their glare, yes sir

The ready steady kids are flipping their lids and ripping their skids
The ready steady kids are picking their spliffs and smoking their cigs
The ready steady kids are marking their grids and smoking their quid's
The ready steady kids gets back to their digs and making their kids

Who ready steady
Who ready steady
Who ready steady