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Hot Kiss, won't you tell me what you miss, boy? My Love, you got me spinning like a wound-up toy Hot Kiss, won't you tell me what you miss, boy? My Love, you got me spinning like a wound-up toy Oh, father! I pray to thee! I gotta man so blind I can't see I'm his favourite toy, like a beach ball Play me up and down and throw me 'gainst the wall "Oh, Tallulah", he said, "you're so dramatic" "What's all that shaking goin' on in your attic?" Hot kiss, won't you tell me what you miss, boy? My love, you got me spinning like a wound-up toy Hot kiss, won't you tell me what you miss, boy? My love, you got me spinning like a wound-up toy You can't knock it, or rock it, or be-bop it It's a itch you can't scratch, nothing's gonna stop it I'm a cheater, so reminisce Waiting on my man and his one hot kiss I'm on the prowl, sent my thunder Hour after hour, break this spell I'm under Hot kiss, won't you tell me what you miss, boy? My love, you got me spinning like a wound-up toy Hot kiss, won't you tell me what you miss, boy? My love, you got me spinning like a wound-up toy All my life I've searched for you, all my life All my life, I was searching for you Spinning round the room and I can't sleep Oh, you're little girl wants to fffffff...! Hot kiss, won't you tell me what you miss, boy? My love, you got me spinning like a wound-up toy Hot kiss, won't you tell me what you miss, boy? My love, you got me spinning like a wound-up toy Hot hot hot love...
Writer(s): Todd Morse, Jason Womack, Juliette Lewis, Kemble Walters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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