[BRIEF NOTE] More on "Hot Room"

[rfmcdonald]

Last month, I made a note on Linda Tiga's song "Hot Room". I included what I thought were the lyrics, and invited corrections. Now, thankfully, I've gotten one, for here the correct lyrics are.

Butterflies coming out of a hot room
white thighs hanging there in fruit of the loom
my new disguise I hide away in this cocoon
butterflies coming out of a hot room

a plate of meatballs caught on fire
my inspiration is getting higher
pay attention did I forget to mention
a plate of meatballs caught on fire

you see, freedom's an idea that cannot be
measured
am I getting through to what I thought was
treasure
freedom's an idea that cannot be
measured
am I getting through to what I thought was
treasure

back in moscow it was still illegal
her eyes were closed so that made it better
her line was long underneath her sweater
back in Moscow it was still illegal

you see, freedom's an idea that cannot be
measured
am I getting through to what I thought was
treasure
freedom's an idea that cannot be
measured
am I getting through to what I thought was
treasure

okay