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Hot stuff
When I see you on my TV screen
Hot stuff
Oh, you make me wanna cream my jeans

Hot s***
Oh boy, I wish I was your man
Baby take good care in Afghanistan
Hot lips
When I see you on the battlefield

Hot t***
Oh girl, I hope you don't get killed
Hot s***
Oh baby, you just looks so good
But it looks like you're stuck in the wrong neighborhood

Hot stuff
Hot stuff, hot s***
You took a bite of my heart
Now I don't know what to do with it

Hot stuff
Hot stuff, hot s***
You hijacked my heart
Now I think, I'm gonna throw a fit

Hot buns
In middle of a fire fight
Hot boobs
Hand grenades tearing up the night

Hot lips
You'll loose your heart to another man
Like a leader of a warring clan
Hot cakes
Let me know can I anticipate

Hot licks
To wine and dine you at a special date
Hot skin
Will you be back, tell me yes or no
Get out of that war zone I need you so

Hot stuff
Hot stuff, hot s***
You took a bite of my heart
Now I don't know what to do with it

Hot stuff
Hot stuff, hot s***
You hijacked my heart
Now I think, I'm gonna throw a fit

Hot stuff
Hot stuff, hot s***
You took a bite of my heart
Now I don't know what to do with it

Hot stuff
Hot stuff, hot s***
You hijacked my heart
Now I think, I'm gonna throw a fit

Hot stuff
Hot stuff, hot s***