Hot Shot کے بول

You take me, each time I Look in that magazine There you are, wish I could Have you all just to me You rip me down, you raise my desire In my heart, you're taking me higher Those lips of paper, burning my eyes Feel my temperature rise Hot shot, what a wicked smile Hot shot, you're driving me wild Hot shot, you're every man's dream Hot shot, you're making me scream Pretty curves, camera eye I wonder if you're real Glossy page, if only You could feel what I feel You rip me down, you raise my desire In my heart, you're taking me higher Those lips of paper, burning my eyes Feel my temperature rise Hot shot, what a wicked smile Hot shot, you're driving me wild Hot shot, you're every man's dream Hot shot, you're making me scream