Who's that knockin' on my door?
It's gotta be a quarter to four.
Is it you again, comin' round for more?
Well, you can love me tonight if you want,
But in the morning make sure you're gone.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs, you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs, you can scream and shout.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
I love you honey.

You got a most persuasive tongue.
You promise all kinds of fun.
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you scratch my back.
Hot legs, bring your mother too.
I love you, honey.

Imagine how my daddy felt,
in your jet black suspender belt.
Seventeen years old, he's trudging sixty four.
You got legs right up to your neck.
You're makin' me a physical wreck.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs in your satin shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.

Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp.
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself.
I love you, honey.

Hot legs you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs you can scream and shout.
Hot legs, you're still in school.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs. Hot legs. Hot legs.

Writer : STEWART, ROD
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing