Hot Stuff - Ashlee Simpson

Listen!

I walk into your joint with a hoodie on

Don’t need a short skirt to get it on

It goes on…

Here she comes

Sunday school girl wantin' some

Uh, she’s wearing that?

Better expect that boy’s attack

Truce

I want some of that happy juice

Mmm, what kind of soda?

People in hell would die for John Walker (Ow! uh)

Wait a sec, everybody down (Hit the deck)

People say you’re goin' out your mind

To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff

What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow

You think you’re hot stuff

I know I’m hot stuff

OK, one, two

Everybody look what I can do!

I can bring me leg up all the way!

(Can she do it? Can she do it?)

Piece-o-cake!

Show off

She just wanna take her clothes off (Uh!)

Fiyah, I got that shit that get you higher

One to anotha, you will discover

That’s the way it is

People say you’re goin' out your mind

To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff

What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow

You think you’re hot stuff

I know I’m hot stuff

People say you’re goin' out your mind

To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff

What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow

You think you’re hot stuff

I know I’m hot stuff

What you gonna do when you ah zip it?

Chad… flip it

Feels like I’m in Candyland

I’m going down the shute again

With unicorns and fairy wings

I think I’ve had too much to drink

People say you’re goin' out your mind

To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff

What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow

You think you’re hot stuff

I know I’m hot stuff

People say you’re goin' out your mind

To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff

What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow

You think you’re hot stuff

I know I’m hot stuff