Too Hot Songtext
von Fun Lovin’ Criminals
Too Hot Songtext
Come over here girl, whip it out and show the world
It ain′t the time for lyin' with your mocha swirl
Everybody gangsta, everybody blood and cripin′
I'ma tell the truth, if you take the time to listen
But then again let's make it hot
Let′s make it nice and leave scar
I said merrily, merrily, merrily not one
But rarely, rarely, rarely get two
When the lights go out, when they cut your phone
When you laid off, when you home alone, when you with your girl
Everyone around the world on a Sunday afternoon
When you′re with your crew, shit happens
We kinda hot together like Sonny and Cher
Too hot to trot and we just don't care
Close your eyes and go to sleep
That guy don′t dance, tramps can't complete
You a New York dime in a city of cents
Regrets I had a few but not the night we met
See you been getting love from postal workers
All in search of vicious looks
When the lights go out when they cut your phone
When you laid off, when you home alone, when you with your girl
Everyone around the world on a Sunday afternoon
When you′re with your crew, shit happens
It ain′t the time for lyin' with your mocha swirl
Everybody gangsta, everybody blood and cripin′
I'ma tell the truth, if you take the time to listen
But then again let's make it hot
Let′s make it nice and leave scar
I said merrily, merrily, merrily not one
But rarely, rarely, rarely get two
When the lights go out, when they cut your phone
When you laid off, when you home alone, when you with your girl
Everyone around the world on a Sunday afternoon
When you′re with your crew, shit happens
We kinda hot together like Sonny and Cher
Too hot to trot and we just don't care
Close your eyes and go to sleep
That guy don′t dance, tramps can't complete
You a New York dime in a city of cents
Regrets I had a few but not the night we met
See you been getting love from postal workers
All in search of vicious looks
When the lights go out when they cut your phone
When you laid off, when you home alone, when you with your girl
Everyone around the world on a Sunday afternoon
When you′re with your crew, shit happens
Writer(s): Brian Andrew Leiser, Hugh Thomas Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com