Hot for You
Bowvayne - Molten
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
You’re a child of the wild elements,
With your faerelven mother.
You’re a wild one – you blow me away,
Yet you’re still my lover.
You’re a star of a far reality,
In robes of blue from Chaldea.
You’re a fey one – you’ve flown me away,
Oh yeah – you’re my orange-eyed seer.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
You’re the belle of the bluebell dell,
It’s knell and its baby.
You’re a wild one – you blow me away,
My other-worldly lady.
You’re as wise as the sighs in the trees,
You’re such a wild child of Avalon.
You’re a fey one – you’ve flown me away,
Told me this is where I belong.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
You’re a child of the wild elements,
With your faerelven mother.
You’re a wild one – you blow me away,
Yet you’re still my lover.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
I’m hot for you, baby,
But the love you give is molten.
© Gold Fountain Music 2008
