| They call her Hot Sauce
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| She’s hot and spicy
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| But twice as nicey
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| Although she burn me up
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| They call her Hot Sauce
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| She’s hotter than pepper
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| I would have kept her
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| Although she burn me up
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| What if fire didn’t burn (burn!)
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| How would the lesson get learned? |
| (learned!)
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| You sit there like a dope until you choke on all the smoke
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| (Smoke gets in your eyes)
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| Cover me in your sauce baby
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| Bury me in all that sauce
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| Smother me in your hot sauce, woman
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| 'Til smoke come from your thighs
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| The brother in the codpiece
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| I seen him on the TV
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| I think he likes his ladies
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| All sweet and sugary
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| Now I’m partial to a pudding
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| But that’s for second course
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| The main meal and the hors d’oeuvres
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| Must be smothered in hot sauce
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| What if steam didn’t scald (scald!)
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| How would the story be told? |
| (told!)
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| She sat and smoked a fag
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| While I was gagging on the shag
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| (Shag gets in your eyes)
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| Lemme get lost in your sauce baby
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| Cover me in your sauce
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| Lemme get lost in your hot sauce woman
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| There was a fire truck attending
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| The smoke pouring from her nose
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| Her state of mind depending
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| On which way the wind blowed
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| Chili and Tabasco
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| Dripping on my shirt
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| I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see
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| I had to call a smog alert |