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Baby's on fireBetter throw her in the waterLook at her laughingLike a heifer to the slaughterBaby's on fireAnd all the laughing boys are bitchingWaiting for photosOh the plot is so bewitchingRescuers row rowDo your best to change the subjectBlow the wind blow blowLend some assistance to the objectPhotographers snip snapTake your time she's only burningThis kind of experienceIs necessary for her learningIf you'll be my flotsamI could be half the man I used toThey said you were hot stuffAnd that's what baby's been reduced toJuanita and JuanSongtexteVery clever with maracasMaking their fortunesSelling secondhand tobacco'sJuan dances at Chico'sAnd when the clients are evictedHe empties the ashtraysAnd pockets all that he's collectedBut baby's on fireAnd all the instruments agree thatHer temperature's risingBut any idiot would know that Aus Songtexte Mania