Hot Fruit
Hot fruit don't want to avoid
Bite-sized little pair of eyes, so overjoyed
I suspect it's delightful; profits for the prophecy
Prophets' pockets full of profit, cultivating currency
Urgency's got my heels red-hot
Fasten your ass in like it or not
Funky little color number, sucker for some honeysuckle
Second cousin saying something
Sing it to the seventh uncle
Hits and breaks and jazz and swing
Hotheaded heckler you trusted
The sauna sweats and the basement drips but the bat cave's busted
Hot fruit, not cute, Absolute
Das great, das good, das boot
Hot fruit, salute Wayne Newton
Cold one, have some
Hot fruit can't cease to exist
Unruly little rebel with a cast iron fist
I insist on persistence
Keep a safe distance
Holding it up, throwing it down
Townhouse got a couch at the mouth
Gotta crouch just to see what that talk is about
That account must have one astounding amount
A most fortunate order without any doubt with your
Hits and breaks and jazz and swing
Hot headed heckler you trusted
Oh I been there then and chugged my sin there amidst my brethren
Hot fruit, not cute, Absolute
Das great, das good, das boot
Hot fruit, salute Wayne Newton
Cold one, have some
Hot fruit, not cute, oh I forgot it
Das great, das good, das boot
Hot fruit, salute Wayne Newton
Cold one, have some
You best believe we got some hot fruit coming
Bite-sized little pair of eyes, so overjoyed
I suspect it's delightful; profits for the prophecy
Prophets' pockets full of profit, cultivating currency
Urgency's got my heels red-hot
Fasten your ass in like it or not
Funky little color number, sucker for some honeysuckle
Second cousin saying something
Sing it to the seventh uncle
Hits and breaks and jazz and swing
Hotheaded heckler you trusted
The sauna sweats and the basement drips but the bat cave's busted
Hot fruit, not cute, Absolute
Das great, das good, das boot
Hot fruit, salute Wayne Newton
Cold one, have some
Hot fruit can't cease to exist
Unruly little rebel with a cast iron fist
I insist on persistence
Keep a safe distance
Holding it up, throwing it down
Townhouse got a couch at the mouth
Gotta crouch just to see what that talk is about
That account must have one astounding amount
A most fortunate order without any doubt with your
Hits and breaks and jazz and swing
Hot headed heckler you trusted
Oh I been there then and chugged my sin there amidst my brethren
Hot fruit, not cute, Absolute
Das great, das good, das boot
Hot fruit, salute Wayne Newton
Cold one, have some
Hot fruit, not cute, oh I forgot it
Das great, das good, das boot
Hot fruit, salute Wayne Newton
Cold one, have some
You best believe we got some hot fruit coming
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Writer(s): Alex Kilmer
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