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(coverdale)
I’m ready for you,
Are you ready for me
I’ve got a burning heart,
It won’t let me be
I feel the hunger, my spirit yearns,
I’ve got to feed the fever
Of a love that burns
I walk the street ’round midnight,
Looking for a little hot stuff,
I can’t get enuff,
I just can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
Hot stuff, hot stuff
I’m hard to handle,
Too hot to hold
I can’t seem to satisfy
My heart an’ soul
I need a woman to set me free,
A little miss understanding
To feel the need in me
I walk the street ’round midnight,
Looking for a little hot stuff,
I can’t get enuff,
I just can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
Can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
I just can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
Can’t get enuff
I’m ready for you,
Are you ready for me
I’ve got a burning heart,
It won’t let me be
I feel the hunger, my spirit yearns,
I’ve got to feed the fever
Of a love that burns
I walk the street ’round midnight
Looking for a little hot stuff,
I can’t get enuff,
I just can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
Can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
Can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
Hot stuff, hot stuff,
Hot stuff, hot stuff,
Hot stuff, hot stuff,
Hot stuff, hot stuff,
I just can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
I just can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
Can’t get enuff, hot stuff,
I just can’t get enuff, hot stuff
Hot stuff, can’t get enuff hot stuff...
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Lyrics: Whitesnake
