Hot Knife

If I'm butter then He's a hot knife He makes my heart a cinemascope screen Showing a dancing bird of paradise He excites me: must be like the Genesis of Rhythm I get feisty whenever I'm with him I'm a hot knife He's a pat of butter If I get a chance I’m gonna show him that He’s never gonna need another Never need another [Background vox] And you can And you can And you can relax around me Maybe he could teach me something Maybe I could teach him, too Even just to reach is triumph Now, I really got a hold on you