The shimmy shakes and hearts slightly ache
she enters the room like a fragrant flower,
From her gaze there is no escape
and in the silence she gains this power…

The girl is hot…
At least you are hoping…
That the girl is hot…
But that she's not stolen…

The sweat drips your tongue trips
upon your need to know,
She shuffles her hips and comes to grips
with how you want her so…

The girl is hot…
You are now knowing…
That the girl is hot…
And soon she will be stolen…

The breeze circulates then cruelly leaves
you feel a slight chill the same,
She comes and goes as she will please
and you are left unable to spark that flame…

The girl is hot…
Now she is going…
That girl was hot…
Because she was stolen.