Suzanne Vega

99.9 Fahrenheit degrees
Stable now, with rising possibilities
It could be normal but it isn't quite
Could make you want to stay awake at night
You seem to me
Like a man
0n the verge of burning
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Pale as a candle
And your face is hot
And if I touch you
I might get what you've got
You seem to me
Like a man
On the verge of running
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Something cool
Against the skin
Is what you could be
Something cool
Against the skin
Is what you
Could be needing
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You seem to me
Like a man
On the verge of burning
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees