Hotter Than Hell (Live From Spotify London) - Dua Lipa

Written by：Adam Midgley/Tommy Baxter/Dua Lipa/Gerard O'Connell

He calls me the devil

I make him wanna sin

Every time I knock he can't help but let me in

Must be homesick for the real

I'm the realest it gets

You probably still adore me

With my hands around your neck

Can you feel the warmth yeah

Cause my kiss goes down you like some sweet alcohol

Where I'm coming from yeah

Is a darker side of me that makes you feel so numb

Cause we're hot like hell

Does it burn when I'm not there

When you're by yourself

Am I the answer to your prayers

I'm giving you the pleasure of heaven

And I'll give it to you

Hotter than hell

Hotter than hell

You're my manna from heaven

We all gotta get fed

Can't let me know I'm wanted

Can't let me in your head

I'm not here to make you kneel

But it's praise that I'll get

You ain't gonna walk free boy

Not finished with you yet no

Can you feel the warmth yeah

Cause my kiss goes down you like some sweet alcohol

Where I'm coming from yeah

Is a darker side of me that makes you feel so numb

Cause we're hot like hell

Does it burn when I'm not there

When you're by yourself

Am I the answer to your prayers

I'm giving you the pleasure of heaven

And I'll give it to you

Hotter than hell

Hotter than hell

When we go down right there

You make me feel right there

When you lay me down right there

We just make it right there

Cause you're looking so right there

Baby you should touch me right there

If you take me right there

We can make it

Cause we're hot like hell

Does it burn when I'm not there

When you're by yourself

Am I the answer to your prayers

I'm giving you the pleasure of heaven

And I'll give it to you

Hotter than hell

Hotter than hell

Hotter than hell

Hell hell hell hell

And I'll give it to you

Hotter than hell