Testi:
Hot Butter

(Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you

(Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges

and seize the sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum

and seize The sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum

: (Jimmy Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door She'll laugh when she reads the part that

: (Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you

my wrist, my neck so crushing We hit the dance flo', and bitches start rushing Get your shake on, what you waiting on what you got Do that thang, work that thang you're hot

So no one else can bother me Fantasies of a centerfold So very beautiful but yet so bold Picture me and you on a photo Butt-booty naked, dancin' on my

Dogg] Dancing and wining and dining a bitch We humping bumping and grinding the shit Nothing else to do now but to leave the club so we can rub-a-dub-dub in my nigga Nate hot