Lyrics The Manhattan Transfer

The Manhattan Transfer

Nothing Could Be Hotter Than That

If you just tell me you'll be true

And say you love me too

Then we'll hit the moon 'cause nothing else could be

Any hotter than that

When the Fahrenheit hits me it is like a wave in flight

I'm tellin' you man, it makes me boil to where I'm losin' my sight

But babe compared to you, a tropical Bayou that I might discover

Is like the frozen night air from the Arctic Sea

Love... is the fire, the flame that I'm speaking of

You've cast that spell that voodoo that I want called love

So if you'll say you'll be true

And say you love me too

Then we will hit the moon

Breakin' the thermostat

Just wait a minute while I spin a little tale

It's story of... romance and mixed emotion

Far removed from that which most encounter

When they're lookin' for love

It's all about a burnin' yearnin' that I have known too well.

This flame of fire it overtakes me each time I get movin' to a crazy

Grindin' little rhythm when the music is up

Syncopatin' wild music is the aphrodisiac that I adore

Some folks think I'm a bit spicy but they really don't offend me at all

A bit carefree like Anais Nin am I in all the little matters

That pertain to love

Thanks for the listen don't be missin' all the sizzlin' out of love

It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July

We're sayin' it's

Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry

When you say you'll be true

And tell me you love me too

The yen for you won't hesitate

So... if you were to say to me babe

That you find me, oh so fine dear

When you say... you just can not live without me

Than nothin' baby, could be hotter than that

It's hotter than a hundred-and-ten in mid-July

We're sayin' it's

Hotter than Tabasco or Jamaican fry

When you say you'll be true

And tell me you love me too

The yen for you won't hesitate

So... if you were to say to me babe

That you find me oh so fine dear

When you say you just can not live without me then

Laddy, look out Gabe

So if you just say you'll be true

And you cannot live without me

Then nothing, baby, could be hotter than that