Rebecca de la Torre - Hotter Than Hell

You came here for dinner
But u stuck around for dessert
You're richer than God
And I am poorer than dirt

But that don't matter honey
You're wrapped around my finger
You're in so hard and deep
You're poisoned by my stinger

The world thinks you're a big shot
But you've fallen under my spell
I know how you like it baby
You like it hotter than hell

I am a girl of the south
So I am used to the heat
Most the days around here
You can fry eggs in the streets

So baby I am comfortable
With the scorpions and snakes
You are a dainty pretty boy
From the land of the great lakes

So on your innocent trip
Let me give you a little tip
Like most things in the desert
You might find that this hurts

The world thinks you're a big shot
But you've fallen under my spell
I know how you like it baby
You like it hotter than hell
You didn't look before you fell
I will be hotter than hell

Written by:
Thomas Siering

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