(i blame my inspiration for this one on owain and sloan)
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are you on our hot list
we sure think it is a must
you're hotter than those hot cross buns
and yours seem red-hot to us
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we pile you on our hot list
you’re all so fine and sharp
you blind us with your flourish
we hear angels play the harp
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we pour over our little hot list:
'he writes!', 'he rhymes!', 'he sings!'
'he makes me smile many times a day!'
'i think that he has wings!'
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and so you make the hot list
because you're real live wires
Your Hotness, please stop blushing
it's your hotness our list inspires
