40 Degrees - Beatsteaks

I don’t have the answer

But I have a plan

I don’t have the answer

But I have a plan

Let’s go Ibiza and feed me the drugs

I got the money, you bring something corrupt

We’re sick and tired but we can’t get enough

Drown in cocaine and pass out at 40 degrees

I don’t have the answer

But I have a plan

I don’t have the answer

But I have a plan

Let’s go to Paris la beauté est dans la rue

L'éclat c’est moi et je t’aime moi non plus, bleh

Let’s go get stoned 'cause we love how it feels

To sip champagne and pass out at 40 degrees

40 Degrees

40 Degrees

40 Degrees

40 Degrees

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let’s go Ibiza and feed me the drugs

Let’s go Ibiza and see where it’s at

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I don’t have the answer

But I have a plan

I don’t have the answer

But I have a plan