By Paul Woseen

Well it's a hot night,
excitement,
and in the heat of the night,
the flames ignited.
I see you smiling, standing there with so many beside you.
How can I choose from plastic faces and Christmas presents done up in June?
I don't know why I am what I am but that's alright.
But I can tell you this.
You either got it or you ain't.
You either got it or you ain't.
There's a cool breeze,
blowin' through the city,
and in the heat of the night,
it sweetly kisses my skin.
Mini-skirts, long legs and painted faces, sin, sin, sin.
Well, I don't go just anywhere and I don't please just anyone that's right.
So if you fit the bill, well c'mon baby show your skill tonight.
Tonight, tonight.
You either got it or you ain't - have you got it?
You either got it or you ain't -
oh, show me.
It's such a hot night,
I'm undecided,
but in the heat of the night,
I get so excited.
I look around and see the scene of pretty faces and make-up dreams,
of all you people, standing there, you looks won't get you anywhere at all.
Well I don't preach philosophy and I don't tell anybody just what they should be, but I can tell you this.
You either got it or you ain't,
you either got it or you ain't,
you either got it or you ain't,
and that's just about all.