Smokin’ Hot
by Dave Undis and Lucy Leblanc and Michael Skotte

VERSE 1
She was at the library checking out books
I almost didn’t give her a second look.
Granny glasses, hair in a bun,
An Aunt Clara blouse, the buttons all done.
The twinkle in her smile made me realize
Her librarian look was just a disguise.
She SSHed me when I asked for a date,
Gave me her address, whispered “Friday at eight”.

CHORUS
That girl is hot, she’s smokin’ hot.
Cooking non-stop, hotter than red hot.
That girl is hot, smokin’ hot.
I thought she was a plain Jane, but she’s not.
That girl is hot, she’s smokin’ hot.

VERSE 2
When I picked her up, her glasses were gone.
Her hair was down, she had a tube top on.
Hot pink short shorts painted on her hips,
Jet black nails, fire engine lips.
No one’s got a walk or a body like hers.
Her wiggles have wiggles. Her curves have curves.
I did my third or fourth double take
When she told me fries came with her shake.

CHORUS
That girl is hot, she’s smokin’ hot.
Cooking non-stop, hotter than red hot.
That girl is hot, smokin’ hot.
I thought she was a plain Jane, but she’s not.
That girl is hot, she’s smokin’ hot.

BRIDGE
I found out she’s more than the sum of her parts.
She’s smart as a whip. She’s got the sweetest of hearts.
She makes me laugh. She loves to have fun.
I’ve never known a girl like her. I think she might be the one.

CHORUS
That girl is hot, she’s smokin’ hot.
Cooking non-stop, hotter than red hot.
That girl is hot, smokin’ hot.
Five-alarm hot, off-of-the-charts hot.
That girl is hot, smokin’ hot.
I thought she was a plain Jane, but she’s not.
That girl is hot, she’s smokin’ hot.