Hot In The Keys

Stilettos and that red bikini sweet, perfume in the air.
Beneath those black wayfarers you, were lovin’ all the stares.
Palm trees are blowing, cool breeze in your flowing dark brown hair.
You really got my engine running hot.
I'm gonna need repair.

Cruising down the melted pavement,
sun’s burning up my wheels.
Racing just to rip the top off, you’re shifting all my gears,
Heading to the the tiki bar.
Really needing shots and some cold beer
The sand, sun, the foamy ocean waves, and were almost there.

Tach’s at 9000. (I’m so hot)
Speedometer’s maxed. (You’re so hot)
My engine’s a blowing. (Really hot)
I may never go back.

Pulled in for a critical pit stop,
At the sweet Chica lodge hotel.
The heavy seas are swelling while our boat
is holding on tight and well.
Deep down in the steam room baby,
between us now, we can be as one
Our ship is really rockin lady.
We’re having so much fun!

Tachs at 9000. (I’m so hot)
Speedometers maxed. (You’re so hot)
My engine’s a burning. (Really hot)
I may never come back.

It’s one more lap until the finish line,
you're just so good at the game,
Trying so hard to keep on making time,
We're heading into victory lane!

Grab the keys, get on the road, head for the beach, let's have some fun fun fun,
pull down the shades, turn off the phone, pour me a shot, , , let's get it on and on and on!

The sun, the sea, the sand, (I can't wait to kiss you again).
The breeze, the shots, so hot, (I can't wait to love you again).
The heat, your tan, my hand, (I can't wait to touch you again)
The thrill, your touch, so much, (I can't wait to do it again)!