Tekster: Soft Boys. I Got The Hots.

Said the dentures to the peach
Said the tide of filth to the bleach
Said the spike to the tomato
Said the curry to the corpse

I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you

Here I am
Looking out on a crystal world
Floating currents of human eyes
Baking land under creamy skies

Said the vicar to the waitress
"The best thing about you is your waist"
She laughed a laugh that echoed round a fortress
Said, "Wait till you see the statues in my bathroom"

I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you

There she was
When you see her your eyes awake
Electric bulbs on a birthday cake
Would you care for a lump of steak?
Or a piece of hake? Or another take?