Linda Lamb - Hot Room Lyrics

butterflies coming out of the hot room
white thighs hanging in fruit of the loom
my new disguise i hide away in this cocoon
butterflies coming out of the hot room
a plate of meatballs caught on fire
my inspiration is getting higher
pay attention did i forget to mention
A plate of meatballs caught on fire?
you see freedoms an idea that can not be measured
am i getting through to what i thought was treasured
freedoms an idea that can not be measured
am i getting through to what i thought was treasured
she danced her dance while making soup while all around us the others do
back in moscow it was still illegal
her eyes were closed so that made it better
her line was long and a need her sweater
back in moscow it was still illegal
you see freedoms an idea that can not be measured
am i getting through to what i thought was treasured
freedoms an idea that can not be measured
am i getting through to what i thought was treasured