You'Re Hot When Your Not

You're Hot When Your Not; Some times you're the circus, when it comes to town. Us back from fishing and how you make me smile, flapping around like you do, there before at my feet. Common sense, more or less and you chose what is best for you're day. Wrapped up in you're mannequins wig. Must I bring out you're, my cannon each day too fire. And you're going to traipse off again in the smoke and barefoot you're not getting so far, in you're slip. You're home for the winter it's here where rose sits, and Lilly you sought, you're happy too grow, too I bought.