Can't Take The Heat

(Steve Whiteman & Terry Miller)
 Time can be so bittersweet
 Under presure tell me can you take the heat
 Blues yeah I've had my share
 My mama told me say yourself a little prayer
 Got my engine runnin' hot
 I'm about to blow my top
 I'm going around and round and round
 Don't it ever stop
 Your palms are sweatin' and your fingers itchin'
 Take the hot seat alive and kickin'
 Ya can't take the heat
 Get out of the kitchen
 Ya can't take the heat
 Get out of the kitchen
 Lies giving me the third degree
 Light my fire come on baby satisfy me
 Touch me deep down inside
 Your hot pants cold feet better make up your mind
 'Cause baby knows what she's got
 Let me tell ya quite a lot
 I'm going around and round and round won't ever stop
 Your palms are sweatin' and your fingers itchin'
 Take the hot seat alive and kickin'
 Ya can't take the heat get out of the kitchen
 Ya can't take the heat get of the kitchen
 Got my engines runnin' hot
 I'm about to blow my top
 I'm going around and round and round don't it ever stop
 Your palms are sweatin and your fingers itchin'
 Take the hot seat alive and kickin'
 Ya can't take the heat get out of the kitchen
 Yeah
 Your palms are sweatin and your fingers itchin'
 Take the hot seat alive and kickin'
 Ya can't take the heat get out of the kitchen
 Ya can't take the heat get out of the kitchen
 Get up get down get out