A fine romance, with no kisses A fine romance, my friend this is We should be like A couple of hot tomatoes But you're as cold as Yesterday's mashed potatoes
Smash of glass and a rumble of boots Electric train and a ripped up phone booth A hot day and a sticky black tarmac A hot day and I'm wishing I was
maroon hot air balloon I'll be out of my mind And you'll be out of ideas pretty soon So let's spend the afternoon In a cold hot air balloon Leave your
'd just lie sleeping Then we moved on until we reached the tundra in the winter Of course I longed to kiss her frosty teeth in the cold air But now I
know And you over think Always speak Critically I should know That you're no good for me {CHORUS} [Girls] Cause you're hot then you're cold You're
away Distant lover, so many miles away I'm turnin' into Mr. Telephone Man, girl, you know I miss ya So many miles away and I can't kiss ya Look but
) [Chorus] She's been a crazy dita disco diva... and you wonder: "Who's that chick? who's that chick?" Too cold for you to keep her Too hot for you to
[Verse 1: Bow Wow] When I was 8 I was rhymin not back yard game playin Watchin Snoop anxiously and waitin for my chance man Hot and cocky wit it cause
zipcode Tiptoed, before Doc escape row Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area
zip code Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose My Benz built with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands
shorty help me (come on) Help me (please) don't blow my high, cause I'm too horny She giggles and gives a horny smile... so i take advantage Kisses
loving every minute of it, don't stop You are all I ever want Empty, standing where you've left me cold Boy, now I'm frozen by a kiss from your lips
in the house with the triple X I'm a hooker's dream, a hoe's delight They prove it, with bankrolls every night You like to kiss her, she like to drink
Short Dog and B-Legit, see first of all homey we the shit And all that other nonsense you other niggaz pop is irrelevant I rock the shit that's hot but
the windows on the side of my jag Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back Ayo, I hope you ain't tongue kissin
She's been a crazy dita, disco diva and you wonder: "Who's That Chick?" Who's That Chick? Too cold for you to keep her, Too hot for you to leave her
tall model broad like I took her from Russell didn?t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts ain?t
Hey, hey, hey, hey Dear I love music, baby, there goes the kiss Because she's my lady But everybody wants to try me lately So I'm easin' off the bus