Hot Dang Mama
As I was walking out, she was walking in
She stood 6 foot 1 and built for sin
Well, I cut to the chase and asked her to dance
She looked down on me and laughed and said, "no chance!"
Another hottie walked by, my heart started to bump
I said "hot dang, mama - you're the one"
Well, the band was playin' a little
We started scootin' our boots on the sawdust floor
I asked, "baby, how'd you like to see my place?"
She stopped dancin' and slapped my face
Then a cutie shot me a look
Like a bullet from a gun
I said "hot dang mama - you're the one"
I wear rhinestone boots and my legs are thin
I got a turtle neck sweater - hides my double chin
A 10-gallon hat and a horse shoe ring
And I strut around like a king
Well it's getting late, I need to find someone
There goes a hottie I ain't hit on
Slick back my hair and ask her her sign
And then a guy says "stop - she's mine"
Hot dang baby, you're the one
(Hot dang baby, you're the one)
Yes sir baby you're the one
(Hot dang baby, you're the one)
I'm a cold ___ edge, like a bullet from a gun
Hot dang mama, you're the one.
© Bret Michaels
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