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FIRST LADY OF HOTITUDE

You walk into a bar, all eyes lock on you,			
The fashions which you flaunt reveal quite a view,		
There’s something special ‘bout the way you move,			
You carry yourself with your own kind of groove.		
And then there’s that something in your attitude.		

There’s an air of je ne sais quoi about you,					
Not sure what that means but I want to check out you,			
You make men think thoughts that drive them to drink,			
You make women think thoughts they don’t want to think.			
And let’s recall something in your attitude.					

Hotitude is what you own in quantity						
Hotitude drives those who view you to moronity				
Others are exquisite, ravishing and hot,					
But hotitude is what you have and others have not.				
Everybody sees you have a lotta tude,					
They all agree you’re First Lady of Hotitude.				

You’re beyond gorgeous, more than glamorous,			
You make ev’ry man yearn to get amorous,					
There’s no way to pay enough platitudes,					
For that something special in your attitude,					
The world knows you’re First Lady of Hotitude.				

Your level of hotitude shatters all rules,					
When men see you they turn into bumbling fools,				
You could enter in a potato sack,						
And all would marvel how your taters are stacked.				
Plus there’s that something in your attitude.					

Hotitude is what you own in quantity						
Hotitude drives those who see you to moronity				
Others are stunning, superb, flawless and hot,				
But hotitude is what you have and others have not.				
Everybody sees you have a lotta tude,					
They all agree you’re First Lady of Hotitude.				

Everyone sees you knows you’re hotter than hot,				
Everyone envies all the assets you’ve got,					
You’re such a hottie, you could melt the Sun,				
Making guys drool for you is how you have fun,				
No one else is First Lady of Hotitude.
					
Some men would purchase diamonds, some buy furs,		
Just so they could make one night with you occur.				
You stir thoughts that ain’t puritanical,					
Even saints dream of you horizontical,					
Because you’re the First Lady of Hotitude.					


I’d pay a fortune to taste your honey,						
On a scale of one to ten, you’re a twenty,					
Wish I knew how to get past your Hotitude!			

Hotitude is what you own in quantity						
Hotitude drives those who see you to moronity				
Others are awesome, striking, perfect, and hot,			
But hotitude is what you have and others have not.				
Everybody sees you have a lotta tude,					
They all agree you’re First Lady of Hotitude.
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