Hot Rod Vixen

Hot Rod Vixen

WRITTEN BY: TONY D. ANDERSON

You can tell by the way she walks,
Yeah, the way she talks, the girls’ on fire
Yeah she’s lookin’ fine, yeah she’s lookin’ fine
She’s lookin’ fine, with her tight shirt on

Sweet sweet smells, and now I begin to worry
She’s sittin’ on my floor, a blazin’ billion dollar fury
Two steps more, and I will be done for

Yeah, I’ve been here before
Yeah, I’ve been here before
My legs can’t seem to stand, I’m glued to the floor
The thoughts are runnin’ through my mind,
Runnin’ through my mind, as she leans my way
What a view, my my

I can’t think of anyplace, I’d rather be right now
I can feel the power and suspense that’s in the air
I can’t think of any reason for me to move ever again

My back leaned up against the wall
Thinkin’ to myself, what’s it, worth after all?
My fist clenched tight, outta’ sight in a ball
Do I need her help in remindin’ me to recall
That home is a feelin’ warm, warm inside

You can tell by the way she stops
Yeah, she’s hip and she hops at the drop of a dime
Yeah, she’s lookin’ fine, yeah she’s lookin’ fine
She’s lookin’ fine, with her tight shirt on

With the warmth of her flame,
I sure wouldn’t wanna’ feel her freeze
Her stallions’ in the shed, this ponys’ on bended knees
She dressed up like a hot rod
In place to zoom down the track
I know I know better, hot rod vixen
I’ll probably call ya’ back
I know I know better, hot rod vixen
I’ll probably call ya’ back

Copyright
2000 by Tony D. Anderson / Six Foot And Sea Level Records