Hot Stuff:

Maybe it's the way she walks. If you can call it walking It's an indescribable motion Easy on the eyes, rough on the pulse Wonderful things gliding and shaking An unspoken less than subtle invitation. That is... If she was showing any interest in my situation Perhaps it's the clothes. The short, skimpy and tight-fitting outfits she likes to wear Perhaps not Maybe it's the middle of the back midnight-black I need to touch that hair Well, whatever it is It is umm... Hot Stuff Haven't had any yet God knows, I just can't get enough Those legs boy, so long and so shapely So incredibly smooth Simply thrilling son A body to die for She has a nasty attitude Look but don't touch sucker Everybody has a word or a phrase That sexy mother@!#@ To the geezers in the barbershop She's all fox For us Dawgs on the block she's just effin hot To the prudes and the envious chicks in the salon It's simply Ho Opinions notwithstanding We all watch her come and we watch her go Hot Stuff Haven't had any yet And I just can't get enough. The woman has IT and she knows it With reckless abandon She continuously flaunts it Go do yourself The response, when some jerk suggested she has no class Eyes blazing Kiss my so and so ass I wish! It's highly visible, apparently readily available Every hot-blooded man and woman in the hood wants some Can't find a soul who's been lucky enough to have had some Hot Stuff Boy, it's red freaking hot I haven't had any yet But... God almighty! I just can't get enough.

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