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She likes it hot
She likes a tan
She steals my infra-red
When I'm gone
Oh no can it be
We're heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached
Like it's been boiled
She browns herself
In a sea of Olive oil
And I come around
And she's relaxing
In the conservatory
She's born to brown
She's born to rust
She's in love
With a MarkII deluxe
Oh no can it be
We're heading for a heatwave
She likes it hot   She likes a tan   She steals my infra-red   When I'm gone   Oh no can it be   We're heading for a heatwave   Her hair is bleached   Like it's been boiled   She browns herself   In a sea of Olive oil   And I come around   And she's relaxing   In the conservatory   She's born to brown   She's born to rust   She's in love   With a MarkII deluxe   Oh no can it be   We're heading for a heatwave