You think about suicide On a lonesome hot summer night Many good looking guys in the streets But you can't find the one you need Oh baby, I want you so bad I can't get you out of my head About as tight like a guitar wire I feel so hot like a top of a fire Hot summer night Hot summer night In the city I put my leopard-skin pants on Come on baby, that's no more fun Looking mean like I wanna kill Like a wild wild animal I'm walking up and down the street Black high heel shoes on my feet Langing does like a market cryer How can you let me in this desire Hot summer night...