Voilà - So Hot That It Hurts

You caught me looking at you looking at me
Honey, tell me what do you drink?
It's on me and now we're talking
Our tongues are touching like nobody's watching

Never thought I'd go to heaven on a Tuesday
But your fingertips are slowly digging my grave
Think my coffin is the bed frame back at your place
Or my place, and you say

That you're calling us a cab
Now we're steaming up the glass, and I keep thinking

She's so hot that it hurts
This taxi backseat feels like my hearse, yeah
She'll put me in the dirt
'Cause she's so, she's so hot that it hurts

Riding, kissing with your hands in my jeans
The driver kicked us out for making a scene
On fire, right in the street
The cars are swerving but we just keep going

Never thought I'd go to heaven on a Tuesday
But your fingertips are slowly digging my grave
Think my coffin is the bed frame back at your place
Or my place, we can't wait

We barely made it through the door
And our clothes are on the floor, and I keep thinking

She's so hot that it hurts
This taxi backseat feels like my hearse, yeah
She'll put me in the dirt
'Cause she's so, she's so hot that it hurts

So come on baby, read between the tan lines
I'll show you I'm the story of a lifetime
When you're always looking on the bright side
You go blind, blind
So come on baby, read between the tan lines
I shoulda known that body'd make me flatline
When you're always looking on the bright side
You go blind, blind

She's so hot that it hurts
Her strapless black dress feels like a curse

She's so hot that it hurts
This taxi backseat feels like my hearse, yeah
She'll put me in the dirt
'Cause she's so, she's so hot that it hurts