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This hot night wind is mine, I know
This gust of love ain't no liar
Steamed up, blown up, stoked from below
I'm a ready to cook with fire
She cattin' around to catch you, man
And butters you up to buy her
Darling, she's just a flash in the pan.
Don't you want to cook with fire?
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