She's too hot to handle
Much hotter than a candle
More like a bonfire at night
She's too hot to handle
Much hotter than a candle
Like fireworks,
flying out of site.
She may be little, but listen to me
She's nothing to mess with
when she's up a tree
If you don't give her a ladder,
then she'll jump right down,
on top of you,
on her way to the ground.
Her daddy said that dynamite
comes in a small package
You haven't seen a fight I say
til you turn her into a savage.
You had better listen,
when she say's jump
You had better ask how high
You better never say,
who me
And don't you ask her why.
She's too hot to handle
Much hotter than a candle
More like a bonfire at night
She's too hot to handle
Much hotter than a candle
Like fireworks,
flying out of site.
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