You`re doin` all you can to get in them old jeans.
You want that body back, you had at seventeen.
Baby, don`t get down; don`t worry `bout a thing.
`Cause the way you fill `em out, hey, that`s all right with me.
I don`t want the girl you used to be.
An` if you ain`t noticed, the kids are fast asleep,
An` you`re one hot mama;
You turn me on, let`s turn it up,
An` turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, baby?
You wanna?
Well, I know sometimes you think that all you really are,
Is the woman with the kids an` the groceries in the car.
An` you worry about your hips an` you worry about your age.
Meanwhile I`m tryin` to catch the breath you take away.
Oh, an` believe me, you still do.
Baby, all I see, when I look at you,
Is one hot mama;
You turn me on, let`s turn it up,
An` turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, baby?
You wanna?
Instrumental break.
I can`t imagine me lovin` someone else.
I`m a lucky man,
I think Daddy`s got himself,
One hot mama;
You turn me on, let`s turn it up,
An` turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, babe?
Oh, now whaddya say, babe?
You wanna?
You`re one hot mama,
Let`s turn this room into a sauna, yeah.
Whaddya say, babe?
Whaddya say, babe?
To fade.