Rod Stewart | Lyrics | Hot Legs

Who's that knocking on my door
It's gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again
Coming 'round for more?

Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you

Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you honey

You gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand
I'm a working man

Gonna need a shot of vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talking to you

Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey

Hot legs, hot legs, hot legs

Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
He's touching sixty-four

You got legs right up to your neck
You're making me a physical wreck
I'm talking to you

Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're making me a fool
I love you honey

Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you honey

Hot legs, you're wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout