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John Hiatt Warming Up To The Ice Age

on I think she's warmin' up to the ice age Baby spreads her little wings Now the boys say awful things I think she's warmin' up to the ice age She's

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me, girl There's nothing I can't dodge Check out this Lincoln in my garage Kids, these days, I'm talkin' about these young folk They're about as wild as Pollyanna after she growed up

to play The way you move fills me with desire But if you play with me, girl, you're playin' with fire...I'm burnin' up Count your suits, add up

what a rush I can't begin to speak of all of your charms You put the crush, crush Uh, Now I can't be satisfied until I'm wrapped up in your arms

Could have been the kiss of my life Could havebeen the death of me Could have been that I was just too scared To wait around and see You could

I think she's warmin' up to the ice age Baby spreads her little wings Now the boys say awful things I think she's warmin' up to the ice age