Hot Stuff

Oooooh ooooh ooooh
Oooooh ooooh ooooh

Sittin' here eatin' my heart out waitin'
Waitin' for some lover to call
Dialed about a thousand numbers lately
Almost rang the phone off the wall

Lookin' for some hot stuff baby this evenin'
I need some hot stuff baby tonight
I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'
Gotta have some hot stuff
Gotta have some love tonight
I need some hot stuff
I want some hot stuff
I need some hot stuff

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Haaaaaaaa
Ha, ha, ha
Haaa, haaa
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Haaaaaaaa
Ha, ha, ha
Haaa, haaa

Lookin' for a lover who needs another
Don't want another night on my own
Wanna share my love with a warm blooded lover
Wanna bring a wild man back home

Lookin' for some hot stuff baby this evenin'
I need some hot stuff baby tonight
I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'
Gotta have some hot stuff
Gotta have some love tonight
I need some hot stuff
I want some hot stuff
I need some hot stuff

Hot, hot, hot, hot stuff
Hot, hot, hot, hot stuff, hot stuff
Hot, hot, hot, hot stuff
Hot, hot, hot, hot stuff, hot stuff
Hot, hot, hot, hot stuff
Hot, hot, hot, hot stuff, hot stuff
Hot, hot, hot, hot stuff
Gotta have some hot stuff
Gotta have some love

Half-past twelve and I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds blowing outside the window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom

There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hunging up on you
Waiting for your call, baby, night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you

Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by, I'm tired of waiting on you

There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hunging up on you
Waiting for your call, baby, night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you

Time goes by...



Credits
Writer(s): Pete Bellotte, Keith Forsey, Harold Faltermeier
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