Stormens Ga
And make my heart burn
You sneak into my mind
And make my head ache
There are things I long to tell you
You're much too blonde
You snore
Look it's time to face the music
Bye bye!
Don't slam the door
And I don't want
(I don't want)
I don't want
(I don't wan't)
No, I don't want your flowers anymore
This is the last duet
Last chance you're gonna get
No more (Ha) harmony
For you and me
This is the final song
And when the music's through
This is the last duet
I'll ever do with you
You're not the one
Hot Cha
Hot Cha, where are you?
Everybody's eyes are closed
I can't see why I miss you so
So Hot Cha, where are you?
First time Hot Cha went away
A floating island was his home
Then the phone rang off the hook
And Hot Cha had to come back home
Hot Cha, where are you?
Everybody's eyes are closed
I can't see why I miss you so
So Hot Cha, where are you?
Second time he went away
Left the bathtub running over
Stereo on and cooking bacon
Never came back to tell us why
If that honey would come back
We would throw such a party
Drink and cook the prodigal son
Fondue forks for everybody
Hot Cha, where are you?
Everybody's eyes are closed
I can't see why I miss you so
So Hot Cha, where are you?
Hot Cha, where are you?
Hot Cha, where are you?