It's hot hot hot, but I'm still loving it
Sitting here, sun shining through the curtain
Its beam resting on me, making me sweat
So nice to have a hot summer again
But glad I don't live in a real hot land
Like Mexico, Morocco, Monaco
Or Venezuela or Venice or Spain
Not so bad by the sea where breezes blow
Sleeping on top of the duvet, pillow
Under my head, the bedroom hot all night
Nothing exciting since I don't know when
Except life as a whole. No mosquito
Will trouble me in the land where I sit
And lie me down when it's time for resting
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