I got the hotness. (Hotness, hotness, hotness). I got the hotness. (Hotness). . Baby, you can call me. Anytime you want me. Loving you is all I need. Boy, we can get it cracking.
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay. Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?. All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts. Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?.
He doesn't see her anymore. And yet she stands in front of him. No communication. Only empty words spoken. . With a memory, she lingers. On and on and on.