V1:
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She wakes up in the morning and don't need a thing
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At the end of the day she's fine as can be
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My temperature rises at the sound of her name
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All I can do is pray for rain
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She's bad to the bone every man's dream
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Got it goin on if you know what I mean
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Chorus:
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She's a smoking, blazing, ball of fire, every move she makes the flames get higher
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Got a shake in her walk that makes me melt, the coolest burn I've ever felt
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The closer I get the more my heart gets scorched
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Yeah she lights my candle she's hotter than a tiki torch
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V2:
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She crawls off a lounge chair smokin in the sand
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If your sittin close by your gonna need a big fan
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Got a heat index of 102
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Add 20 degrees if she's lookin at you
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She's lava rollin down the mountainside
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With nothing but ashes trailing behind
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Bridge:
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Radiatin, she's mesmerizin, captivatin, tantalizin
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Hotter Than A Tiki Torch
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| Barry Michael |
