Well, I like to curl my hair real tight
and paint my eyes to flash around you
like a dazzling peacock
or a slick bitch in heat.
But you just shake your head at me…
Oh, baby, don’t you want your mama red hot?
No, I haven’t danced since I met you
Haven’t had enough to drink to lose myself
and stomp around the floor
‘til my feet sizzle.
I’m afraid you’d shake your head at me…
Oh, baby, don’t you want your mama red hot?
Don’t you long for some long pink fingernails
running through your hair?
Aren’t you enticed by the spice of a perfumed pretty,
don’t you care?
So, my feminine folly has been thwarted
I’m plain and I no longer strut around town
where the lights are low and the studs hang out.
I can’t dazzle you, and you won’ let me pout
You just keep shaking your head at me…
What’s the matter, baby,
don’t you want your mama red hot?