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Imagine Houston in the middle of JulyHotter than a pistol on a Saturday nightYour baby's on the front porch with a bamboo fanAs you pull up to the curb in your black SedanIt don't take her long, she knew you were comin'With a slam of the screen she's off and she's runnin'Now she's sittin' there beside you, you forget about the heatYou leave your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the streetWith a steam-heated loveWith a burning desire and a tropical fire in your bloodWith a steam-heated loveThat hurricane feelin' it's got you reelin'You can't even wait for the floodYou put your arm around her and you tell her the newsAnd the white lines and the freeways, they twist like a fuseWhile the pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailersBuild cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailorsAnd the asphalt sweats while the welders weldAnd your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hellAnd you better watch your step if you're just standing aroundBecause the buildings ain't constructed, they erupt from the groundWith a steam-heated loveWith a burning desire and a tropical fire in your bloodLetras de cancionesWith a steam-heated loveThat hurricane feelin' it's got you reelin'You can't even wait for the floodThe parking lots are steaming with a street-sweeper's mistJust the perfect atmosphere to steal a little kissAnd you notice that the moon has been coated with chromeAs it begins to rise beside the Astro Dome From Letras Mania