Instrumenty
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Opera
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Wykonawcy

Teksty: Foghat. Hot Shot Love.

Your love is lifting me higher and higher
You're so warm, you set my soul on fire
Fan the flame, I feel my temperature rise
All that I need, your love satisfies

You're so fine, you know how to please me
Take me higher, then you let me down easy
Making love, how sweet it can be
I can't believe, what you're doin' to me

Girl, I want you so bad
You're driving me mad
Let your love run free
It feels so good to me

Love, I'm talkin' 'bout your love
I'm talkin' 'bout your love
Your hot shot love

Your love is lifting me higher and higher
You're so warm, you set my soul on fire
Making love, how sweet it can be
Oh baby, what you're doing to me

Love, I'm talkin' 'bout your love
I'm talkin' 'bout your love
Your hot shot love

Love, love, love

Feels good, you're my hot shot love
I'm talkin' about your love
Fan the flame, fan the flame, fan the flame
I feel my temperature's risin'
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