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Hot Stuff, Hot Shit

Turbonegro


Hot stuff
When I see you on my TV screen
Hot stuff
Oh you make me wanna cream my jeans
Hot shit
Oh boy, I wish I was your man
Oh baby, take good care in Afghanistan

Hot lips
When I see you on the battlefield
Hot tits
Oh girl, I hope you don’t get killed
Hot shit
Oh baby, you just look so good
But now it looks like you’re stuck
In the wrong neighbourhood

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot shit
You took a bite of my heart and now
I don’t know what to do with it

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot shit
You hi-jacked my heart and now
I think I’m gonna throw a fit

Hot buns

I the middle of a firefight
Hot boobs
Hand grenades tearing up the night
Hot legs
Don’t lose your heart to another man
Like the leader of some warring clan

Hot cakes
Let me know, can I anticipate
Hot lips
To wine and dine you at a special date
Hot skin
When you get back tell me yes or no
Get out of the warzone, I need you so

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot shit
You took a bite of my heart and now
I don’t know what to do with it

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot shit
You hi-jacked my heart and now
I think I’m gonna throw a fit

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot shit
You took a bite of my heart and now
I don’t know what to do with it

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot shit
You hi-jacked my heart and now
I think I’m gonna throw a fit

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot shit
You took a bite of my heart and now
I don’t know what to do with it

Hot stuff
Hot stuff
Hot shit

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