Texty písní Fun Lovin' Criminals

Fun Lovin' Criminals

Too Hot

(It's) Too hot for you,

(It's) Too hot for me.

Come over here, girl. Whip it out and show the world.

It ain't the time for lyin' with your mocha swirl.

Everybody gangsta, everybody Blood and Crippin',

I'm a tell the truth, if you take the time to listen.

But then again lets make it hot, guy

lets make it nice (what), and leave a scar now.

I said merrily, merrily, merrily not one,

but rarely, rarely, rarely get two.

When the lights go out

When they cut your phone

When you laid off

When you home alone

When you with your girl

Everyone around the world

On a Sunday afternoon

When you're with your crew

Shit happens.

We kinda hot together like Sonny and Cher

Too hot to trot and we just don't care.

Now close your eyes and go to sleep.

That guy don't dance, tramps can't compete.

You a New York dime in a city of cents.

Regrets I've had a few, but not the night we met.

See you been gettin' love from postal workers,

all in search of vicious looks.

When the lights go out

When they cut your phone

When you laid off

When you home alone

When you with your girl

Everyone around the world

On a Sunday afternoon

When you're with your crew

Shit happens.

(It's) too hot for you,

(It's) too hot for me.