Из альбома: Who I Am

Call me Hurricane Jane,
Dry season's over, here comes the rain,
Sweeping over your plain, blazing as I go.
Call me Hurricane Jane,
This kind of weather's hard to contain,
Nothing's ever the same, when I start to blow, oh.

Far from home, lonely time
Thinking about, you and I
Pictures form in my mind, all of them remain.
Here I go like before, signs that I can't ignore.
Close my eyes, cue the storm
Ready for the change...call me.

Call me Hurricane Jane,
Dry season's over, here comes the rain,
Sweeping over your plain, blazing as I go.
Call me Hurricane Jane,
This kind of weather's hard to contain,
Nothing's ever the same, once I start to blow, oh.

Rushing in like a flood
Barren land, turns to mud
Every thought heats the blood,
Temperature will rise.
(Ready to pump) and it's all good
I love me better than anyone could
You inspire like you should and I cannot deny
Call me...

Call me Hurricane Jane,
Dry season's over, here comes the rain,
Sweeping over your plain, blazing as I go. (call me by my name baby)
Call me Hurricane Jane,
This kind of weather's hard to contain,
Nothing's ever the same, once I start to blow, oh.

Said I rage like a fire, and I flow like the water
Ain't no surprise I was born under an Aries sign.
This is my body, so I do what I choose
Nothing to hide when I am alone, cause there ain't no rules.

Call me Hurricane Jane,
Dry season's over, here comes the rain,
Sweeping over your plain, blazing as I go.
Call me Hurricane Jane,
This kind of weather's hard to contain,
Nothing's ever the same, once I start to blow, oh.

Call me Hurricane Jane,
Dry season's over, here comes the rain, (dry seasons over)
Sweeping over your plain, blazing as I go. (sweeping... and I blaze where my body burns)
Call me Hurricane Jane,
This kind of weather's hard to contain,
Nothing's ever the same, once I start to blow, oh.

Call me Hurricane Jane, (call me)
Dry season's over, here comes the rain, (said my dry seasons over)
Sweeping over your plain, blazing as I go. (oh call me baby)
Call me Hurricane Jane,
This kind of weather's hard to contain,
Nothing's ever the same, once I start to blow, oh

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