Hot Shot

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You take me, each time I
Look in that magazine
There you are, wish I could
Have you all just to me
You rip me down, you raise my desire
In my heart, you're taking me higher
Those lips of paper, burning my eyes
Feel my temperature rise

Hot shot, what a wicked smile
Hot shot, you're driving me wild
Hot shot, you're every man's dream
Hot shot, you're making me scream

Pretty curves, camera eye
I wonder if you're real
Glossy page, if only
You could feel what I feel
You rip me down, you raise my desire
In my heart, you're taking me higher
Those lips of paper, burning my eyes
Feel my temperature rise

Hot shot, what a wicked smile
Hot shot, you're driving me wild
Hot shot, you're every man's dream
Hot shot, you're making me scream