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Air Conditioner

Christine Lavin
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 
 
 
 
   - (
 
 
  )
 Oh this hot summer has got me down
 You can fry an egg on the street
 Heat waves are wiggling on the sidewalk
 Cops are dropping like flies on the beat
 I need a new lover to take me in
 Protect me from this humid air
 Be you from Brooklyn, Staten Island or Queens
 I don't care
  It don't matter what kind of loving you're into
  Or how big your apartment might be
  All you need is an air conditioner
  And you're the man for me
 You could pour me a glass of Perrier
 You can fan my fevered brow
 You can rub me down with alcohol
 That ain't enough, nohow
 You can lay me in a tub of ice
 You can stand me in a cold shower too
 But if you don't have an air conditioner
 I will not go home with you
  It don't matter what kind of loving you're into
  Or how big your ego might be
  All you need is an air conditioner
  And you're the man for me
 You say you live by the Hudson River
 And a breeze blows through your door
 Honey if you don't have a Friedrich's in your window
 I don't want to hear any more
 You say you live in a penthouse
 Got a terrace with a view of the night
 That's swell but I really must tell you
 An air conditioner's a much prettier sight
  It don't matter what kind of loving you're into
  Or how big your wallet might be
  All you need is an air conditioner
  And you're the man for, you're the man for...
  It don't matter what kind of loving you're into
  Or how big your ... might be
  All you need is an air conditioner
  And you're the man for, you're the man for,
  You're the man for me

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Readable chord sheet for Air Conditioner by Christine Lavin

[F]   [Am]

 [F]
 [G]

 [C]
 [Am]

 [E] - (
 [Am]
 [F]
 [E])

Oh this hot summer has got me down
You can fry an egg on the street
Heat waves are wiggling on the sidewalk
Cops are dropping like flies on the beat

I need a new lover to take me in
Protect me from this humid air
Be you from Brooklyn, Staten Island or Queens
I don't care

 It don't matter what kind of loving you're into
 Or how big your apartment might be
 All you need is an air conditioner
 And you're the man for me

You could pour me a glass of Perrier
You can fan my fevered brow
You can rub me down with alcohol
That ain't enough, nohow

You can lay me in a tub of ice
You can stand me in a cold shower too
But if you don't have an air conditioner
I will not go home with you

 It don't matter what kind of loving you're into
 Or how big your ego might be
 All you need is an air conditioner
 And you're the man for me

You say you live by the Hudson River
And a breeze blows through your door
Honey if you don't have a Friedrich's in your window
I don't want to hear any more

You say you live in a penthouse
Got a terrace with a view of the night
That's swell but I really must tell you
An air conditioner's a much prettier sight

 It don't matter what kind of loving you're into
 Or how big your wallet might be
 All you need is an air conditioner
 And you're the man for, you're the man for...

 It don't matter what kind of loving you're into
 Or how big your ... might be
 All you need is an air conditioner
 And you're the man for, you're the man for,
 You're the man for me

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