I’m hot in the bedroom, hot in the hall
Stick my head in the freezer; it’s no help at all
I’m hot in the morning, hot all afternoon
Hot at my workplace; Lord, end this all soon
I’m hot in the pick-up, then hot at the store
Oh, Lord, cool me down! I can’t take it no more!
I’m hot on the weekdays and hot on weekends
I can’t help but feel that the heat never ends
I’m hot with my family and hot with my pals
(My friends are hot, too; I’m just one of the gals)
I’m hot eating ice cream, hot eating a tater
I think I’ll move into the refrigerator
I’m hot every Sunday while praising the Lord
If I saw an ice block I’d climb right aboard
I wish I could tell you just how hot I am
But if you’ve never done it, you won’t give a damn
I’m hot doing laundry, just hot, hot, hot, hot
If dying leeched heat out, I’d be dead in a shot
Someday you’ll agree these hot flashes derange
Why did the Good Lord force women to change?