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Air Conditioner - Sutton Foster

Written by：Sutton Foster

Oooh this hot summer has got me down again

Fry an egg on the street

Heatwaves awigglin' on the sidewalk

Cops are droppin' like flies on the beat

I need a new lover to take me in

Protect me from this humid air

Be you from brooklyn staten island or queens

I don't care

It don't matter kinda lovin' you're into

Or how big your apartment might be

All you need's an air conditioner

And you're the man for me

You can pour me a glass of perrier

You can fan my fevered brow

You can rub my down with alcohol

But ain't enough

No how

You can lay me in a tub of ice

You can spin me in a cold shower too

But if you don't have an air conditioner

I will not go home with you

It don't matter kinda loving you're into

Or how big your ego might be

All you need's an air conditioner

And you are the man

You are the man

You are the man

You are my man

You are the man for me

Bye bye

Bye bye

What's that you say

You live by the hudson river

And a breeze blows through your door

Well honey if you don't have

A freidrichs in your window

I don't want to hear anymore

You say you live in a penthouse

You got a terrace with a view of the night

Well that's swell

But I really must tell you

An air conditioner is a much prettier sight

It don't matter kinda loving you're into

Or how big your apartment might be

All you need's an air conditioner

And you're the man oh

You're the man

I don't care what kinda lovin' you're into

Or how big your might be

All you need's an air conditioner

And you're the man

You're the man

You're the man for me