SONG LUNGANA
She's a million signs,
Chanel also chic,
Elle est magnifique,
she sends cold shivers at
my spine.
She likes to know you're watching her,
she loves to feel your gaze,
leaves with teasing
wigs, says you can look but don't touch.
She's too hot, too hot to touch.
Strategically she cares about the clothes she wears,
so precise about the way she has her hair.
Every day and night she always looks just right,
keeps the mirror in her eye.
Aristocratic living style, champagne and caviar.
Her chewing looks,
her brightened smile,
she knows she's too hot to touch.
She's too hot, too hot to touch.
Too hot to love.
She's too hot, too hot to touch.
She likes to know you're watching her,
she loves to feel your gaze,
leaves with teasing
wigs, says you can look but don't touch.
She's too hot, too hot to touch.
She's too hot, too hot to touch.
She's too hot, too hot to touch.
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