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Wes Tibbets
When my brother and I were in our late teens and early 20's, our Dad often said that we kept our brains between our legs and Mom always said we were "hot to trot". For some reason, I was thinking about that last night and this is what I came up with.



Hot To Trot

Copyright 2016 by Wes Tibbets



Verse One



I never think twice

When it comes to sex

Daddy says my brains

Are between my legs

Big or skinny

Short or tall

Eighteen to eighty

I love them all



Chorus



Hot to trot

I wanna sow my seed

It doesn't matter to me

If I need to beg and plead

Makin' love is a drug

And I want it a lot

On my dying day

I'll be hot to trot



Verse Two



It's all just math

When my mind's on sex

Subtract the clothes

And divide the legs

Slow or fast

Gentle or rough

Rain, snow or shine

I can't get enough



Chorus



Hot to trot

I wanna sow my seed

It doesn't matter to me

If I need to beg and plead

Makin' love is a drug

And I want it a lot

On my dying day

I'll be hot to trot



Bridge



In the back of a car

Or down on the floor

I could care less

I want more, more, more



Chorus



Hot to trot

I wanna sow my seed

It doesn't matter to me

If I need to beg and plead

Makin' love is a drug

And I want it a lot

On my dying day

I'll be hot to trot



Tag



Yeah, on my dying day

I'll be hot to trot