Natalie Howard - Hit The Hay Lyrics

It's like sleeping in an oven on a silent night|I can think of nothing but a cool cool breeze kissing me all over|Iced tea sweating on my window sill|Poor me hugging on my pillow ‘til you get home|So I can lay on your shoulder|While the rest of the world are busy counting sheep|You can bet we won't be getting any sleep||It's gonna get hotter than the 4th of July|Boom boom boom, we're gonna send the sparks flying|The man on the moon is gonna turn a blind eye|When he catches what we're doing oh my my|We're making up for lost time at the end of the day|Cause that's our way to hit the hay||Six foot tall drink of water|Melts me turns me into butter|When I'm in his arms |Fishing in the dark, he hooks me hard|If these bedroom walls and pillars could talk|What they have on us would be a lot||Repeat Chorus||It's gonna get hotter than the 4th of July|Boom boom boom, we're gonna send the sparks flying|The man on the moon is gonna turn a blind eye|When he catches what we're doing oh my my||Repeat Chorus|