By B.K.
Date: 2005 Jun 29
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Baby I'm Thinking On It

Mother Nature flipped her switch
Said watch this Summer
Heat rise if you wish
Baby you and I just laughed
This heat index between us
Has never been graphed
But it is not likely
To ever go below
One hundred degrees
While we're moving nice and slow
This passion stays hot
Every single moment
Cause when we're not at it
We're both thinking on it