Three Monkeys


It's so hot here the wind forgets to blow
Shimmering heat waves move in the streets below
In the haze of noon the wind gets lost at sea
Where she blows is a mystery

Yeah it's dangerous and hot in this country
Strangers listenin' on the phone We're in a jam
This thing could blow up in our faces
If they trace us on the lam

Oh down in the land of sugar cane
Waiting on a sign of rain
Mission confidential
See no hear no speak no you know
Silence is the art of keeping
Three monkeys in your heart

It's so hot here the black sand smokes like coal
Sun barbecues your body fries your soul
Raindrops sizzle and pop in the dust of the road
Messages in secret code

Yeah there's beaucoup kinds of heat in this country
And they got soldiers in the streets and urgent telegrams
And people fall in love a lot
Because it's dangerous and hot on the lam

Oh yeah it's strictly need to know
It's coded midnight tango
Because it's dangerous and hot



Michael Smith/Love Stories    

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