Marc Bolan - Hot Love Lyrics
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Hot Love
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What Are The Lyrics For Hot Love By Marc Bolan?
Well, she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, ah, ah, ah Well, she's my woman of gold And she's not very old, ah, ah, ah I don't mean to be bold, but may I hold your hand Well, she ain't no witch And I love the way she twitch, ah, ah, ah Well, she ain't no witch And I love the way she twitch, ah, ah, ah I'm a laborer of love in my Persian gloves, ah, ah, ah Well, she's faster than most And she lives on the coast, ah, ah, ah Well, she's faster than most And she lives on the coast, ah, ah, ah I'm her two penny prince and I give her hot love, ah, ah, ah Take it down on me, mama Ow, aw, ah Well, she ain't no witch And I love the way she twitch, ah, ah, ah Well, she ain't no witch And I love the way she twitch, ah, ah, ah I'm her two penny prince and I give her hot love, ah, ah, ah La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Ooh La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Ooh, yeah La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Ooh La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Ooh La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Ooh La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Ooh La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Ooh |
Who Wrote Hot Love By Marc Bolan?
Marc Bolan
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