| This hot night wind is mine, I know |
| This gust of love ain’t no liar |
| Steamed up, blown up, stoked from below |
| I’m a ready to cook with fire |
| She cattin' around to catch you, man |
| And butters you up to buy her |
| Darling, she’s just a flash in the pan |
| Don’t you want to cook with fire? |
| I’m talkin' 'bout kickin' the role |
| I want to give you whole thing |
| Yes, she gonna burn ya |
| She gonna make you a fool |
| But it’ll learn ya |
| Way, way better than school |
| That I got a soul that’s got a spark |
| Oh, yeah, holdin' a real hot wire |
| You got a hungry flame in the dark |
| And lord, we gonna cook it with fire |
| That I got a soul that’s got a spark |
| Oh, yeah, holdin' a real hot wire |
| You got a hungry flame in the dark |
| And lord, we gonna cook it with fire |
| Cookin' with fire, fire, fire |