
Hot! (Like a Flareon)
Motown soul, jazz pop, swing/lounge
Les Gogh·3:57

3:57
Hot! (Like a Flareon)
Motown soul, jazz pop, swing/lounge
Creator: Les GoghRelease Date: April 23, 2026
Lyrics
(A-choo!)
I'm walking with my girl, she's looking fierce in the lights
Moving like she owns the place, yeah she's heating my night
She's breathing kind of heavy, but I chalk it to style
And that little (choo!) she does, that's just her flirting, yep
She leans on me a second, but I play it all sweet
Slide my hand along her arm then her cheek
And oh, she's hot
Too hot, too hot
She's hot like a flare-on
Heat rising up with every breath
She's hot like a flare-on
Too hot, too hot, too hot, too hot, too hot
Like a flareon
Like a flareon
(Hah!)
Says she's fine, but she's moving wild through the aisle
Dragging me from shop to shop like she's running a trial
I'm trying to keep it cool, but she's coughing on beat [vocal percussion]
Like percussion while she's losing her feet
I'm whispering "Baby, slow it a sec"
But she's pulling me along with a hand on my neck
She's hotter than before, yes she's heating right up
And I'm too full of it to say we've had enough
She's hot like a flareon
Heat rising up with every breath
Like a flare-on
She's hot like a flare-on
Too hot, too hot, too hot, too hot
(Ow!)
She's burning up
Shhh, she's burning
She stumbled just a little and my heart hits the floor
I step in front of her like I'm guarding the door
I'm like "Babe, that's it, you're too hot to be here"
Trying to sound all tough while I'm fighting the fear
She finally nods, leans in, says "Okay, maybe I'm sick"
Calls me a good boyfriend and my chest goes quick
Kisses my cheek and I'm melting inside
Yeah, I'm taking her home, trying to keep my pride
She's hot like a flareon
Heat rising up with every breath
Like a flare-on
She's hot like a flareon
Too hot, too hot, too hot, too hot
She's burning up
Uh, uh
I'm the one that's burning up, feeling rough
She's standing in the doorway saying "Babe, you did enough"
Kisses my forehead, says "Thanks for taking care of me"
Then grabs her bag, heads out the door
And leaves me weak as can be
Guess I'm too hot now
I'm hot like a flareon
Heat rising up with every breath
Like a flareon
I'm hot like a flareon
Too hot, too hot, too hot, too hot
(A-choo!)
I'm burning up
I'm burning up
I'm burning up
