My Baby’s Hott. This I must admit.
She gives me the business, that just won’t quit.
Her shape is Bad with curves like a coaster.
She’s so fine, she could be on a poster.
To hang on my wall, to step to anytime.
She’s my only motivation for this rhyme.
My Baby’s Hott – I have to say it again.
Because, these feelings in my heart – have no end.