Hot Summer

Tonight I'm feeling alright
I'm gonna make my boyfriend spend his money
My clothes are fitting so tight
And everybody knows we're up to something

My body is a cherry bomb
I'm gonna blow you up and you can cry to mom
But when I wanna play just know that I can play hard

Ah-ah, hot summer, hot summer
Hot summer, yeah it feel like 1997
Ah-ah, hot summer
Hot summer, baby I can take you right to heaven

Ah-ah, hot summer
Hot summer, yeah it feel like 1997
Ah-ah, hot summer, hot summer, whoa
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo



Credits
Writer(s): Vito A. Colapietro, Sabrina Louise Bernstein, Neely Dinkins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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