First, Best, Hottest… Lyrics

First, Best, Hottest… - Beth McCarthy

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So damn close

Sitting on this sofa

I can't focus

On anybody cause the

Hot sweat glow you got

Dripping down your throat

Oh it really gets me going yeah

You got that

Tequila taste

Why don't you let me take

Those rings off your fingers

You're gonna need 'em later

If you wanna

Say you wanna

Show me all the things you wanna do yeah

If you wanna

Let me want ya

It could be the first, best, hottest

Thin black lace

Slipping off your shoulder

Lipstick stains

Permanently on my collar

Tell me what you like

Always been the curious type

And I wanna get to know you

So you know I know you well

You got your

Hands on my waist

I wanna hear the way

You're saying

My name 'cause

You're gonna need it later

If you wanna

Say you wanna

Show me all the things you wanna do yeah

If you wanna

Let me want ya

It could be the first, best, hottest

Oh

You know I would treat you like a princess

Oh

You know I could be a gentleman

Oh

We could do it all over and over

And over and over

If you wanna

Say you wanna

Show me all the things you wanna do yeah

If you wanna

Let me want ya

I could be your first, best, hottest

Oh

You know I would treat you like a princess

Oh

You know I could be a gentleman

Oh

We could do it all over and over

It could be the first, best, hottest