Dua Lipa — Hotter Than Hell

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He calls me the devil
I make him wanna sin
Every time I knock, he can’t help but let me in
Must be homesick for the real
I’m the realest it gets
You probably still adore me
With my hands around your neck

Can you feel the warmth, yeah
‘Cause my kiss goes down you like some sweet alcohol
Where I’m coming from, yeah
Is a darker side of me that makes you feel so numb

‘Cause we’re hot like hell
Does it burn when I’m not there?
When you’re by yourself
Am I the answer to your prayers
I’m giving you the pleasure of heaven
And I’ll give it to you

Hotter than hell
Hotter than hell

You’re my manna from heaven
We all gotta get fed
Can’t let me know I’m wanted
Can’t let me in your head
I’m not here to make you kneel
But it’s praise that I’ll get
You ain’t gonna walk free boy
Not…