(Coverdale/Page)
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Hey, gypsy woman, roll your dice for me,
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Read my Tarot cards, so I can see.
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I'm razor sharp, cool sunglasses,
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Pocketful of backstage passes.
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Lady Luck, roll your dice for me.
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The boys are feeling hot, tonight,
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Fingers crossed, they get it right.
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Women to the left, women to the right,
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The boys are feeling hot tonight.
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I ain't too proud to beg for what you got,
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You'd melt a heart of ice, babe, you're so hot.
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So pump it up, raise the dead,
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Squeeze it, honey, 'til it's cherry red
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I ain't too proud to beg for what you got.
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The boys are feeling hot, tonight,
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Fingers crossed, they get it right.
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Women to the left, women to the right,
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The boys are feeling hot tonight.
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Feeling hot, feeling hot, feeling hot, feeling hot, hot, hot, hot.
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Feeling hot...
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Now I just wanna make sweet love to you,
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I'll do anything you want me to.
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So rip it up, slip an' slide,
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'Scuse me if my tongue gets tired
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An' I will make some sweet love to you.
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The boys are feeling hot, tonight,
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Fingers crossed, they get it right.
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Women to the left, women to the right,
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The boys are feeling hot tonight, hey, hey, hey.
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Look out baby!
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The boys are feeling hot tonight,
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The boys are feeling hot tonight,
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The boys are feeling hot tonight.
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Rip it up, baby...
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Feeling hot
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David Coverdale |