HOT 'N' SLOW

I didn't know how to handle or hold you
I didn't know how to catch or unfold you
until you whispered: "Beware, I might scald you, I'm hot, very hot."

So we didn't go home to your place or my place
we didn't need any shelter or fireplace
You kept me sizzling, your back burner fryin' blaze was hot, very hot

I don't recall how you set up your trap
but it fitted me just like a glove
I walked blindfolded straight into your lap
like a fur hunter stalking for love

But I don't regret anything and I'm willing
even to do some repeats of your grilling
your barbeque special sauce was fulfilling and hot, very hot

I still remember your best recipe,
when you poured cajun spices a lot
all over your dishes and then said: "Feel free,
if you're still hungry come lick my pot."

And I did 'cause now I could handle and hold you,
I did 'cause now I could catch and unfold you.
But you kept on whispering: "Beware, I might scald you, I'm hot, very hot.

I'm hot, very hot.

I'm hot, very hot."