Hot Stuff

I’m ready for you, are you ready for me?
I’ve got a burning heart, it won’t let me be.
I feel the hunger, my spirit yearns,
I’ve got to feed the fever of a love that burns.
I walk the streets round midnight looking for a little hot stuff.
I can’t get enuff
I just can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
Hot stuff, hot stuff
I’m hard to handle, too hot to hold.
I can’t seem to satisfy my heart and soul.
I need a woman to set me free,
A little Miss Understanding to feel the need in me.
I walk the streets round midnight looking for a little hot stuff.
I can’t get enuff
I just can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
I just can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
can’t get enuff
I’m ready for you, are you ready for me?
I’ve got a burning heart, it won’t let me be.
I feel the hunger, my spirit yearns,
I’ve got to feed the fever of a love that burns.
I walk the streets round midnight looking for a little hot stuff.
Can’t get enuff
I just can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
hot stuff HOT STUFF
hot stuff HOT STUFF
hot stuff HOT STUFF
hot stuff HOT STUFF
I just can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
I just can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
I just can’t get enuff HOT STUFF
hot stuff… can’t get enuff hot stuff
— David Coverdale & Micky Moody