The Memories it was a hot afternoon

In a room on a busy street we were laying there on the dirty sheets
On a hot afternoon the day i became her pick
it was a hot afternoon the day i first met that chick
In the yard out in east LA i was sipping juice on a sunny day
She could plainly see i was in a sulk so she scooped me up and took me home
On a hot afternoon the day i became her pick it was a
Hot afternoon the day i first met that chick
Hot afternoon oooohh la la la la la la la la
Hot afternoon oooohh la la la la la la la la
On a hot afternoon the day i became her pick it was a
Hot afternoon the day i first met that chick
Hot afternoon oooohh la la la la la la la la
Hot afternoon oooohh la la la la la la la la