Well I've heard 'em say there's one for everybody
And I just knew somehow that you'd be the one for me
'Cause making love with you's not just a hobby
No, it's the flame that burnt the forest down in me
And darling was it day or was it nighttime
Were them whipporwills a-moaning through the trees, through the trees
I don't remember just what you said but ooh, right from the start you made me
Hotter than Mojave in my heart
Well baby, I could stay this way forever
Hotter than Mojave in my heart
Now it's hotter than Mojave in my heart
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