John Garcia
100°
[Verse 1]
Step on, I beg you please
It's a 100 degrees, I'm on my knees
If the one you blow is the one you show
Well then you know I'm right

[Chorus]
This bitter place was built for you
Sit by the fire, tell me true
Don't blind my eyes, turn them blue
And then I'll dry my face on you

[Verse 2]
Step on, I beg you please
It's a 100 degrees, so I freeze
Drowning in that ice that fly
It's a great white place
And the heat's diseased

[Chorus]
This bitter place was built for you
Sit by the fire, tell me true
Don't blind my eyes, turn them blue
And then I'll dry my face on you

[Outro]
One hundred degrees
One hundred degrees
One hundred
(Hundred)