You're So Damn Hot (The funny side of Arsenal players)
I saw you sliding out the bar I saw you slipping out the back door, baby Don't even try and find a line this time, it's fine Darling, you're still divine
You don't love me at all but don't think that it bothers me at all You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, But you're so damn hot Yeah, you're so damn hot Well, you're so damn hot Yeah, you're so damn hot
So now you're headed to your car You say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie But darling look at how you're dressed Your best suggests another kind of guest
You don't love me at all But don't think that it bothers me at all You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, But you're so damn hot Yeah, you're so damn hot Well, you're so damn hot Yeah, you're so damn hot
So who's this other guy you've got? Which other rubes are riding hot-shot, sugar? I could have swore you said before, "No more, for sure." What'd I believe you for?
You don't love me at all But don't think that it bothers me at all You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll But you're so damn hot Yeah, you're so damn hot Well, you're so damn hot
You don't love me at all But don't think that it bothers me at all You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll But you're so damn hot Yeah, you're so damn hot Well, you're so damn hot Yeah, you're so damn hot