Texty:
Manhattan Transfer Couldn T Be Hotter

to close to mine Take care, my foolish heart But should our eager lips combine Then let the fires start For this time it isn't fascination Or a dream

a brand new mornin' as we roll along There are blue skies up above...and as long as we're in love Up a lazy river, how happy we could be If you go up

by Buster & Bennie Moten; Lyrics by Jon Hendricks) That's swing! Yes, sir! (Swingin' from the time of birth) Hip thing - gasser! (Swingin' fit t'shake

real gone man) You ain't workin' anymore (Could be) There's your hoe out in the sun Where you left a row half done You claim that hoein' ain't no fun (

hut And they called him ol' man Mose One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door I didn't hear a single sound So I ain't gonna do it no more. '

to the end before we try to unwind [Alan's solo:] I've never been the kind of guy who could just normally quit Never could decide when to rest my pride

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans And miss it each night and day I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger The longer, I stay