100°

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 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 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 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 One hundred degrees One hundred degrees One hundred (Hundred)