She's So Cool She's Hot
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She can turn a wrench and turn my head without looking as though either one takes much effort. I don't have a fortune to impress her with. Mostly I've got a grin I can't get under control. She likes her freedom and knows exactly what she's doing. Me, I'm just trying to keep up without looking completely ridiculous.
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She's So Cool She's Hot
Words by Douglas Heyes Jr
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SHE’S SO COOL, SHE’S HOT My baby's so cool, she's hot I don't got a lot but she's what I got She got a way of gettin’ away Please, baby, please, make it all stop today My baby’s a Strawberry Philly Pretty little kitty livin’ in the city Workin’ the bar down at Willy's Drivin’ my car over hills and through valleys Plays the guitar just like mustang Sally I sit on my stool and act like a fool Head out the back door and into the alley 440 Magnum with four barrel Holleys Making the scene with two border Collies Down in the holler in a black leather collar Waving the flag so deep in the bag We met at the Beverly Lutheran stag Out on the street in a white velvet sheet Smokes cigarettes while running the frets Rhythm and time right down to the nines She keeps the beat so we can forget My baby’s so cool, she’s hot Somebody ‘bout to call a cop Gonna rock till we drop And we're never gonna stop She's so cool, she's hot She got a swimmin’ pool and a ridin’ crop She's a tiny dancer make my jaw wanna drop A sweet necromancer make my eyeballs pop Dresses up and leather with a mini skirt Open all the buttons on her button down shirt She's a kind of girl that makes it hurt when she flirts Thigh-high boots and she grinds ya in the dirt Ooh Lord, speak the Word You gotta look the other way Don't matter what you heard Don't let a minute get away We cried and died a little bit Just the other day Cold river, deep and wide See you on the other side She's so cool, she's hot A rocket in her pocket, pluggin’ in the socket She’s really gonna to rock it When the Sun goes down She's so cool, she's hot Cool as Sonny Crockett way back in the day Flyin’ first class from Miami to LA You might wanna say that we're goin’ all the way We’re gonna to make the night turn in the day East Coast hard tack Came out west to play Granny shack out in the back Way down on Holloway Right down off the Sunset Strip Midnight come we gonna let it rip Acid trip drippin’ from our fingertips Riding like the wind while she's cracking the whip My baby's so cool she's hot Treat me like a fool, oh Baby, please don't stop I'm a little too inside your candy shop My Baby's So Cool, She's Hot ~~~
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