Nhạc sĩ: Henry Mancini
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Her gaze swept over me like a slow, hot wind. Some days it's too warm to fight a slow, hot wind. There in the shade, like a cool drink waiting. She sat with slow fire in her eyes, just waiting. Some days it's too warm to fight a slow, hot wind. Some days it's too warm to fight a slow, hot wind. There in the shade, like a cool drink waiting. She sat with slow fire in her eyes, just waiting. Some days it's too warm to fight a slow, hot wind. A slow, hot wind.