歌曲 | Nothing Could Be Hotter Than That |
歌手 | The Manhattan Transfer |
专辑 | The Spirit Of St. Louis |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Armstrong | |
If you just tell me you'll be true | |
And say you love me too, | |
Then we'll hit the moon 'cause nothing else could be | |
Any hotter than that | |
When the Fahrenheit hits me it is like a wave in flight | |
I'm tellin' you man, it makes me boil to where I'm losin' my sight | |
But Babe compared to you, a tropical Bayou that I might discover | |
Is like the frozen night air from the Arctic Sea | |
Love . . . . . . . . . . . . . is the fire, the flame that I'm speaking of | |
You've cast that spell that voodoo that I want called love | |
So if you'll say you'll be true | |
And say you love me too | |
Then we will hit the moon | |
Breakin' the thermostat | |
Just wait a minute while I spin a little tale | |
It's story of . . . romance and mixed emotion | |
Far removed from that which most encounter | |
When they're lookin' for love. | |
It's all about a burnin' yearnin' that I have known too well. | |
This flame of fire it overtakes me each time I get movin' to a crazy | |
Grindin' little rhythm when the music is up | |
Syncopatin' wild music is the aphrodisiac that I adore | |
Some folks think I'm a bit spicy but they really don't offend me at all | |
A bit carefree like Anais Nin am I in all the little matters | |
That pertain to love | |
Thanks for the listen don't be missin' all the sizzlin' out of love | |
It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July | |
We're sayin' it's | |
Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry | |
When you say you'll be true | |
And tell me you love me too | |
The yen for you won't hesitate | |
So ... if you were to say to me babe | |
That you find me, oh so fine dear | |
When you say . . . you just can not live without me | |
Than nothin' baby, could be hotter than that | |
It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July | |
We're sayin' it's | |
Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry | |
When you say you'll be true | |
And tell me you love me too | |
The yen for you won't hesitate | |
(scat) | |
So . . . if you were to say to me babe | |
That you find me oh so fine dear | |
When you say you just can not live without me then | |
Laddy, look out Gabe | |
So if you just say you'll be true | |
And you cannot live without me | |
Then nothing, baby, could be hotter than that |
zuo ci : Armstrong | |
If you just tell me you' ll be true | |
And say you love me too, | |
Then we' ll hit the moon ' cause nothing else could be | |
Any hotter than that | |
When the Fahrenheit hits me it is like a wave in flight | |
I' m tellin' you man, it makes me boil to where I' m losin' my sight | |
But Babe compared to you, a tropical Bayou that I might discover | |
Is like the frozen night air from the Arctic Sea | |
Love . . . . . . . . . . . . . is the fire, the flame that I' m speaking of | |
You' ve cast that spell that voodoo that I want called love | |
So if you' ll say you' ll be true | |
And say you love me too | |
Then we will hit the moon | |
Breakin' the thermostat | |
Just wait a minute while I spin a little tale | |
It' s story of . . . romance and mixed emotion | |
Far removed from that which most encounter | |
When they' re lookin' for love. | |
It' s all about a burnin' yearnin' that I have known too well. | |
This flame of fire it overtakes me each time I get movin' to a crazy | |
Grindin' little rhythm when the music is up | |
Syncopatin' wild music is the aphrodisiac that I adore | |
Some folks think I' m a bit spicy but they really don' t offend me at all | |
A bit carefree like Anais Nin am I in all the little matters | |
That pertain to love | |
Thanks for the listen don' t be missin' all the sizzlin' out of love | |
It' s hotter than a hundredandten in midJuly | |
We' re sayin' it' s | |
Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry | |
When you say you' ll be true | |
And tell me you love me too | |
The yen for you won' t hesitate | |
So ... if you were to say to me babe | |
That you find me, oh so fine dear | |
When you say . . . you just can not live without me | |
Than nothin' baby, could be hotter than that | |
It' s hotter than a hundredandten in midJuly | |
We' re sayin' it' s | |
Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry | |
When you say you' ll be true | |
And tell me you love me too | |
The yen for you won' t hesitate | |
scat | |
So . . . if you were to say to me babe | |
That you find me oh so fine dear | |
When you say you just can not live without me then | |
Laddy, look out Gabe | |
So if you just say you' ll be true | |
And you cannot live without me | |
Then nothing, baby, could be hotter than that |
zuò cí : Armstrong | |
If you just tell me you' ll be true | |
And say you love me too, | |
Then we' ll hit the moon ' cause nothing else could be | |
Any hotter than that | |
When the Fahrenheit hits me it is like a wave in flight | |
I' m tellin' you man, it makes me boil to where I' m losin' my sight | |
But Babe compared to you, a tropical Bayou that I might discover | |
Is like the frozen night air from the Arctic Sea | |
Love . . . . . . . . . . . . . is the fire, the flame that I' m speaking of | |
You' ve cast that spell that voodoo that I want called love | |
So if you' ll say you' ll be true | |
And say you love me too | |
Then we will hit the moon | |
Breakin' the thermostat | |
Just wait a minute while I spin a little tale | |
It' s story of . . . romance and mixed emotion | |
Far removed from that which most encounter | |
When they' re lookin' for love. | |
It' s all about a burnin' yearnin' that I have known too well. | |
This flame of fire it overtakes me each time I get movin' to a crazy | |
Grindin' little rhythm when the music is up | |
Syncopatin' wild music is the aphrodisiac that I adore | |
Some folks think I' m a bit spicy but they really don' t offend me at all | |
A bit carefree like Anais Nin am I in all the little matters | |
That pertain to love | |
Thanks for the listen don' t be missin' all the sizzlin' out of love | |
It' s hotter than a hundredandten in midJuly | |
We' re sayin' it' s | |
Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry | |
When you say you' ll be true | |
And tell me you love me too | |
The yen for you won' t hesitate | |
So ... if you were to say to me babe | |
That you find me, oh so fine dear | |
When you say . . . you just can not live without me | |
Than nothin' baby, could be hotter than that | |
It' s hotter than a hundredandten in midJuly | |
We' re sayin' it' s | |
Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry | |
When you say you' ll be true | |
And tell me you love me too | |
The yen for you won' t hesitate | |
scat | |
So . . . if you were to say to me babe | |
That you find me oh so fine dear | |
When you say you just can not live without me then | |
Laddy, look out Gabe | |
So if you just say you' ll be true | |
And you cannot live without me | |
Then nothing, baby, could be hotter than that |