The cutting edge of... something.
Lyrics
Oh baby,
I wish I could tell you
How much I love you
Through the use of clever metaphors
But all the good ones have been taken
They've all been taken
Oh baby
I wish I could tell you
How much I need you
But I cannot find the words
They've all been said before
They've been said before
So all I can say is
You're one hot mama jama
And you're real cool too, baby
You generate one extreme temperature or the other
Yeah, you're never lukewarm
Listen up
You're one outa' sight lady
You know I'd like you
To have my baby
Not now, of course
But if we got married or something
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
And all I can say is
You're one hot mama jama
And you're real cool too, baby
You generate one extreme temperature or the other
Yeah, you're never lukewarm
