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  • 作词 : Armstrong
    If you just tell me you'll be true
    And say you love me too,
    Then we'll hit the moon 'cause nothing else could be
    Any hotter than that
    When the Fahrenheit hits me it is like a wave in flight
    I'm tellin' you man, it makes me boil to where I'm losin' my sight
    But Babe compared to you, a tropical Bayou that I might discover
    Is like the frozen night air from the Arctic Sea
    Love . . . . . . . . . . . . . is the fire, the flame that I'm speaking of
    You've cast that spell that voodoo that I want called love
    So if you'll say you'll be true
    And say you love me too
    Then we will hit the moon
    Breakin' the thermostat
    Just wait a minute while I spin a little tale
    It's story of . . . romance and mixed emotion
    Far removed from that which most encounter
    When they're lookin' for love.
    It's all about a burnin' yearnin' that I have known too well.
    This flame of fire it overtakes me each time I get movin' to a crazy
    Grindin' little rhythm when the music is up
    Syncopatin' wild music is the aphrodisiac that I adore
    Some folks think I'm a bit spicy but they really don't offend me at all
    A bit carefree like Anais Nin am I in all the little matters
    That pertain to love
    Thanks for the listen don't be missin' all the sizzlin' out of love
    It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July
    We're sayin' it's
    Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry
    When you say you'll be true
    And tell me you love me too
    The yen for you won't hesitate
    So ... if you were to say to me babe
    That you find me, oh so fine dear
    When you say . . . you just can not live without me
    Than nothin' baby, could be hotter than that
    It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July
    We're sayin' it's
    Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry
    When you say you'll be true
    And tell me you love me too
    The yen for you won't hesitate
    (scat)
    So . . . if you were to say to me babe
    That you find me oh so fine dear
    When you say you just can not live without me then
    Laddy, look out Gabe
    So if you just say you'll be true
    And you cannot live without me
    Then nothing, baby, could be hotter than that
  • 作词 : Armstrong
    If you just tell me you'll be true
    And say you love me too,
    Then we'll hit the moon 'cause nothing else could be
    Any hotter than that
    When the Fahrenheit hits me it is like a wave in flight
    I'm tellin' you man, it makes me boil to where I'm losin' my sight
    But Babe compared to you, a tropical Bayou that I might discover
    Is like the frozen night air from the Arctic Sea
    Love . . . . . . . . . . . . . is the fire, the flame that I'm speaking of
    You've cast that spell that voodoo that I want called love
    So if you'll say you'll be true
    And say you love me too
    Then we will hit the moon
    Breakin' the thermostat
    Just wait a minute while I spin a little tale
    It's story of . . . romance and mixed emotion
    Far removed from that which most encounter
    When they're lookin' for love.
    It's all about a burnin' yearnin' that I have known too well.
    This flame of fire it overtakes me each time I get movin' to a crazy
    Grindin' little rhythm when the music is up
    Syncopatin' wild music is the aphrodisiac that I adore
    Some folks think I'm a bit spicy but they really don't offend me at all
    A bit carefree like Anais Nin am I in all the little matters
    That pertain to love
    Thanks for the listen don't be missin' all the sizzlin' out of love
    It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July
    We're sayin' it's
    Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry
    When you say you'll be true
    And tell me you love me too
    The yen for you won't hesitate
    So ... if you were to say to me babe
    That you find me, oh so fine dear
    When you say . . . you just can not live without me
    Than nothin' baby, could be hotter than that
    It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July
    We're sayin' it's
    Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry
    When you say you'll be true
    And tell me you love me too
    The yen for you won't hesitate
    (scat)
    So . . . if you were to say to me babe
    That you find me oh so fine dear
    When you say you just can not live without me then
    Laddy, look out Gabe
    So if you just say you'll be true
    And you cannot live without me
    Then nothing, baby, could be hotter than that