Letras: Turbonegro. Hot Stuff - Hot Shit.

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
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 looks so good
But it looks like you're stuck in the wrong neighborhood

Hot Stuff
Hot Stuff Hot shit
You took a bite of my heart now I don't know what to do with it
Hot Stuff
Hot Stuff Hot shit
You highjacked 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 shit
You took a bite of my heart now I don't know what to do with it
Hot Stuff
Hot Stuff Hot shit
You highjacked my heart now I think I'm gonna throw a fit

Hot Stuff
Hot Stuff Hot shit
You took a bite of my heart now I don't know what to do with it
Hot Stuff
Hot Stuff Hot shit
You highjacked my heart now I think I'm gonna throw a fit

Hot Stuff
Hot Stuff Hot shit