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The Manhattan Transfer

Nothing Could Be Hotter Than That

 

Nothing Could Be Hotter Than That

(álbum: The Spirit Of St. Louis - 2000)


If you just tell me you'll be true
And say you love me too
Then we'll hit the moon 'cause nothing else could be
Any hotter than that

When the Fahrenheit hits me it is like a wave in flight
I'm telling you man, it makes me boil to where I'm losing my sight
But babe compared to you, a tropical Bayou that I might discover
Is like the frozen night air from the Arctic Sea
Love... is the fire, the flame that I'm speaking of
You've cast that spell that voodoo that I want called love
So if you'll say you'll be true
And say you love me too
Then we will hit the moon
Breaking the thermostat

Just wait a minute while I spin a little tale
It's story of... romance and mixed emotion
Far removed from that which most encounter
When they're looking for love
It's all about a burning yearning that I have known too well.
This flame of fire it overtakes me each time I get moving to a crazy
Grinding little rhythm when the music is up
Syncopating wild music is the aphrodisiac that I adore
Some folks think I'm a bit spicy but they really don't offend me at all
A bit carefree like Anais Nin am I in all the little matters
That pertain to love
Thanks for the listen don't be missing all the sizzling out of love

It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July
We're saying it's
Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry
When you say you'll be true
And tell me you love me too
The yen for you won't hesitate

So... if you were to say to me babe
That you find me, oh so fine dear
When you say... you just can not live without me
Than nothing baby, could be hotter than that

It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July
We're saying it's
Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry
When you say you'll be true
And tell me you love me too
The yen for you won't hesitate
So... if you were to say to me babe
That you find me oh so fine dear
When you say you just can not live without me then
Laddy, look out Gabe

So if you just say you'll be true
And you cannot live without me
Then nothing, baby, could be hotter than that

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