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Well, she doesn't warm up, 'til the sun goes down Struts her stuff out on the ground She's got legs, for a country mile And those pouty lips, could make a dead man smile
Yep, she's so hot, born on Sunday Doctor said, you could bet your money This girl ain't gonna be no Goldilocks Yeah, well she's so hot, tell you what A ball of fire, that you can't stop I need some H20 for the heatstroke that I've got Cause she's so hot (She's so hot, she's so hot, she's so hot,)
She's like a cat growlin', but she likes to play rough She'll melt you down, and she'll burn you up She got the mercury risin', must be 103 Cause the fire is climbin', somebody get me some water please
She's so hot, born on Sunday Doctor said, you could bet your money This girl ain't gonna be no Goldilocks Yeah, well she's so hot, tell you what A ball of fire, that you can't stop I need some H20 for the heatstroke that I've got Ah, she's so hot, ah, she's so hot, ah, she's so hot
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She's so hot, born on Sunday Doctor said, you could bet your money This girl ain't gonna be no Goldilocks Yeah, well she's so hot, tell you what A ball of fire, that you can't stop I need some H20 for the heatstroke that I've got Ah, she's so hot, ah, she's so hot, ah, she's so hot Ah, she's so hot, ah, she's so hot, ah, she's so hot Ah, she's so hot, ah, she's so hot, ah, she's so hot
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