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• Artiste: Joe Ely
• Titre: Imagine Houston
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Imagine Houston in the middle of July Hotter than a pistol on a Saturday night Your baby's on the front porch with a bamboo fan As you pull up to the curb in your black Sedan It don't take her long, she knew you were comin' With a slam of the screen she's off and she's runnin' Now she's sittin' there beside you, you forget about the heat You leave your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the street With a steam-heated love With a burning desire and a tropical fire in your blood With a steam-heated love That hurricane feelin' it's got you reelin' You can't even wait for the flood You put your arm around her and you tell her the news And the white lines and the freeways, they twist like a fuse While the pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailers Build cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailors And the asphalt sweats while the welders weld And your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hell And you better watch your step if you're just standing around Because the buildings ain't constructed, they erupt from the ground With a steam-heated love With a burning desire and a tropical fire in your blood With a steam-heated love That hurricane feelin' it's got you reelin' You can't even wait for the flood The parking lots are steaming with a street-sweeper's mist Just the perfect atmosphere to steal a little kiss And you notice that the moon has been coated with chrome As it begins to rise beside the Astro Dome