Hot Stuff

in the dark of the night...

beep beep... hush hush

Within our world in a rush

when push comes to shove we need a hug

things in life get pushed under the rug

these are desolate times yet we

settle for ill but faded rhymes

we look inside for something to hide

Summer's here & the time is right

block parties stirring up the scene

living in a land so very mean

short skirts and the long flowing hair

none the worse for wear

getting cozy in the back of the seat

a triple threat in effect

going to the pool hall on the way to the show

got the music in the streets

She stands alone on the edge of the street

searching her phone for names to show

out in the street where people meet

has many a lover and a friend

Going to the dance hall all dressed up

Compton Height's was a thrill that night

running in circles inside her brain

a wine, dine & a sixty nine

Soaking up the rays getting lost in a purple haze

drinking the finest wine she dines

many hearts are swollen behind the squeaky wheel

the fashionable report like Batman behind the wheel

Those Summer nights go by so very fast

having so much fun with a hope that it would last

beep beep..hush hush,

why are we in a rush

Take off the disguise no reason to hide

behind the four walls of gloom

get busy in your room

light up the sky & let's get a little high

Smoking blunts and the radio blasting

gone are the nights we used to cruise to the Hampton's

just one step at a time so stand in line

we all have a reason to smile

She's the hot stuff queen after all

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