All the ladies to the dance, oh yeah
Left the rules fall, I'm a winner
Now my neck froze, I'm a winner
We could go wow with the lights down low
Girl is too hot to keep on these clothes
Pum pum shots with the Louis
Whine up your waist and be Gucci
Only came out to run into you
The first thing I noticed
Is that you came to the club in the taxi
But I'm sure you preferred a rose
So we can get changed in the backseat
Cause it's summertime and you know
It's too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes, na na na
Too hot, too hot
Baby it's too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes, na na na
Too hot, too hot
Been a man of word and I-I-I
Ain't never seen a painting-ting so fly
I bet you dance in the mirror like boop-ba-ba-doop
All alone with you tempting to touch
Red and vodka that new, new, new, new
That's all I drink I'm done chasing the truth
Clothes are scattered around on the floor
But all I remember is
Is that you came to the club in the taxi
But I'm sure you preferred a rose
So we can get changed in the backseat
Cause it's summertime and you know
It's too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes
(said it's too)
Too hot for clothes, na na na
(too hot)
Too hot, too hot
Baby it's too hot for clothes
(take it off girl)
Too hot for clothes
(cause it's)
Too hot for clothes, na na na
Too hot, too hot
Take it all off
Cause it's too warm girl
Take it all off
It's too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes, na na na
Too hot, too hot
Baby it's too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes
Too hot for clothes, na na na
Too hot, too hot
Writer(s): Sly Dunbar, Ian Owen Devaney, Lisa Jane Stansfield, Andy Morris, Everton Bonner, Jason Joel Desrouleaux, Lloyd Oliver Willis, John Christopher Taylor, Jacob Oliver Manson
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