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Ooh, ooh, ooh, I
feel my temperature rising Help me, I'm flaming
I must be a hundred and nine Burning, burning, burning
And nothing can cool me I just might turn into smoke But I feel fine
Well, you may go to college,
You may go to school.
You may have a pink Cadillac,
But don't you be nobody's fool
Now baby, come back, baby, come... come back, baby, come
Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you
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