David Hasselhoff - Hot Shot City Lyrics

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Hot Shot City

Hot Shot City Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Hot Shot City By David Hasselhoff?
When the sun goes down on a Saturday night
You will find her on the street In her red ferrari with her top pulled down You can feel, you can feel the heat Got her motor runnin' and the wind in her hair She ain't got nothing to lose And her skin tight jeans He'll be the wreck of a man She will give, she will give you the blues She will give, she will give you the blues Cool it down now cool it down 11 o'clock we're ready to rock 11 o'clock yeah we ready to rock Hot shot city on a Saturday night We're gonna party down until the morning light Hot shot city on a Saturday night We're hotter than rock'n' roll She's burning baby in my soul Check it out, check it out Let your hair down baby We've been rocking all night Now the sun's coming over the hill We like to sleep all day, like to party all night Our love is like red hot steel Our love is like red hot steel Cool it down now cool it down 11 o'clock we're ready to rock 11 o'clock yeah we ready to rock Hot shot city on a Saturday night We're gonna party down until the morning light Hot shot city on a Saturday night We're hotter than rock'n' roll She's burning baby in my soul Check it out, check it out |
Who Wrote Hot Shot City By David Hasselhoff?
David Hasselhoff, Mark Holden, Mats Bjoerklund, Andreas Baertels, Nicholas Fogarty
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What's The Duration Of The Hot Shot City By David Hasselhoff?The duration of Hot Shot City is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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