HOTTER THAN THE HINGES ON THE GATES OF HELL
© Words and Music:
Ande Rasmussen / Donna Aylor / Brock Goodwin

The bartender’s blender is getting a workout tonight
I’m doing all I can do to cool down my mind
Your come on looks from the corner
Keep on making me warmer
And I can feel the heat from your fiery eyes

CHORUS
YOU’RE HOTTER THAN THE HINGES ON THE GATES OF HELL
ALL OF MY RESISTANCE IS ABOUT TO MELT
MY TEMPERATURE’S RISIN’, AIN’T TOO SURPRISIN’
GOTTA PLAY IT COOL ‘FORE I MAKE A FOOL OF MYSELF
YOU’RE HOTTER THAN THE HINGES ON THE GATES OF HELL

Feels like I’m catching a contagious case of lust
You’re strollin’ over here and my heart’s about to bust
Well I got a li’tle problem
You’re so drop dead awesome
All eyes are on you as you smoke the room up

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
You whisper “Let’s do something we might regret”
You take my hand and I break into a sweat

REPEAT CHORUS

whisper: Burn them lava lips on me