| Every kiss a hundred thousand degrees
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| Burn it up, burn it up, weak in the knees
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| That good heat, mm, yeah
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| Every touch, ice cream
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| I’m talkin' Blue Bell, hot fudge you know what I mean
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| That good sweet, mm, oh
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| She’s hotter than Tabasco
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| I’m talkin' barefoot black top down in Daytona
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| Such a Southern little sizzle you could fry an egg on her
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| Well, she’s sweeter than the sweet tea
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| That mama made, straight sugar water
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| Makes me wanna lay her down and put some sugar on her
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| When God made my baby, well, he must’ve been a rockin'
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| That bartender upstairs made one hell of a concoction for me
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| She Tabasco and sweet tea
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| Yeah, well she’s spicy like that jerky got from Bucky’s down in Texas
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| So delightful like that coconut-a-hanging in my Lexus
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| Not that new car smell, I’m talkin' Tropicana
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| She got a mean little temper like a pitbull on a chain
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| But when she loves, she loves like that sugar cane
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| And I can tell this shit is forever (Ever, ever, ever, ever)
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| She’s hotter than Tabasco
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| I’m talkin' barefoot black top down in Daytona
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| Such a Southern little sizzle you could fry an egg on her
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| Well, she’s sweeter than the sweet tea
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| That mama made, straight sugar water
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| Makes me wanna lay her down and put some sugar on her
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| When God made my baby, well, he must’ve been a rockin'
|
| That bartender upstairs made one hell of a concoction for me
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| She Tabasco and sweet tea
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| Ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy)
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| Ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy)
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| Oh, yeah
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| She’s hotter than Tabasco
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| I’m talkin' barefoot black top down in Daytona
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| Such a Southern little sizzle you could fry an egg on her
|
| Well, she’s sweeter than the sweet tea
|
| That mama made, straight sugar water
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| Makes me wanna lay her down and put some sugar on her
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| When God made my baby, well, he must’ve been a rockin'
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| That bartender upstairs made one hell of a concoction for me
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| She Tabasco and sweet tea |