Man with the Golden Gun

Aw, when you touch there, honey Makes my blood perspire You got my body flaming Like a California fire Pulsing, pounding, pushing No longer in control Heatwave in my brain Smolder in my soul You got me workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat I've been playing all night long Time I was gettin' home But I've got no place to get Spontaneous combustion Scientific fact But your approach to friction An unnatural act Bells I hear ain't fire drills I hope you understand It's a bona fide five alarmer Melting in my hand You got me workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat I've been playing all night long Time I was gettin' home But I've got no place to get Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Yeah, yeah I've been playing all night long 'Bout time I was gettin' home But I've, oh... Dante's famed inferno Was a trip to hell and back But you, and a bottle, in a cheap hotel Screams pyromaniac Bandages came off today Really feeling sick The hardest part's explainin' All those blisters on my nose! Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat I've been playing all night long Time I was gettin' home But I've got no place to get Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat I've been playing all night long 'Bout time I was gettin' home But I've, oh... Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat