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• Artiste: Cadillac Three (The)
• Titre: Tabasco & Sweet Tea
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Every kiss a hundred thousand degrees Burn it up, burn it up, weak in the knees That good heat, mm, yeah Every touch, ice cream I'm talkin' Blue Bell, hot fudge you know what I mean That good sweet, mm, oh She's hotter than Tabasco I'm talkin' barefoot black top down in Daytona Such a Southern little sizzle you could fry an egg on her Well, she's sweeter than the sweet tea That mama made, straight sugar water Makes me wanna lay her down and put some sugar on her When God made my baby, well, he must've been a rockin' That bartender upstairs made onе hell of a concoction for me She Tabasco and sweet tеa Yeah, well she's spicy like that jerky got from Bucky's down in Texas So delightful like that coconut-a-hanging in my Lexus Not that new car smell, I'm talkin' Tropicana She got a mean little temper like a pitbull on a chain But when she loves, she loves like that sugar cane And I can tell this shit is forever (Ever, ever, ever, ever) She's hotter than Tabasco I'm talkin' barefoot black top down in Daytona Such a Southern little sizzle you could fry an egg on her Well, she's sweeter than the sweet tea That mama made, straight sugar water Makes me wanna lay her down and put some sugar on her When God made my baby, well, he must've been a rockin' That bartender upstairs made one hell of a concoction for me She Tabasco and sweet tea Ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy) Ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy), ooh (Ayy) Oh, yeah She's hotter than Tabasco I'm talkin' barefoot black top down in Daytona Such a Southern little sizzle you could fry an egg on her Well, she's sweeter than the sweet tea That mama made, straight sugar water Makes me wanna lay her down and put some sugar on her When God made my baby, well, he must've been a rockin' That bartender upstairs made one hell of a concoction for me She Tabasco and sweet tea