Aw’ hell she’s all hot–her heat-up’s begun
Tell me, please; what I do, hon?
I can’t stop tornadoes or bugs on the march
The glaciers are toast, you’re changing the coast
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Her temperature spikes when pine fires leap
Gaia my love–is this your cycle for heat?
Aw’ hell she’s all hot–her heat-up’s begun
Tell me, please; what I do, hon?