you are the hottest of all of the gingers

Girls with red hair are thought to be firey: outspoken,
Aristotle once claimed they were “emotionally unhousebroken”,
in fact, the Greeks would even lop off scarlet heads,
For fear they became vampires once they were dead.
And much is said of the red heads that’s totally nonsense,
and I know that it makes you feel your hair is a hindrance,
I think redheads are gorgeous, certainly not mingers,
And yet you are the hottest of all of the gingers.

You can say what you like but my passion’s indignant,
I long for that skin with a little less pigment,
Coils of red springs tucked back behind ears,
Get back roman hordes; give me Beaudicea.
Handling men’s hearts like a fireball with teeth,
So much red on that head and still red down beneath,
And even when munching on pancakes from Findus,
Yeah, you are the hottest of all of the gingers.

Your hairdo resembles a blaze above porcelain,
Each flick of red tip I find totally awesome and
When it comes to your roots, be proud, don’t regret it,
Did you know studies have proved you need more anaesthetic?
Yeah, power and beauty both live in your blood,
Plus it’s easy to spot you late night in the club!
Oh, even more rare than that list wot woz Schindlers,
You are the hottest of all of the gingers.

Springsteen claimed it took a redhead to get a dirty job done,
Well this world’s pretty grubby, so we need more than one.
Don’t be boorish, they’re moreish, come bring us a truckful!
We'll take on the chin that it comes with Mick Hucknell,
a small price to pay for that hair so fresh branded,
I'm not alone, there are many guys who like being caught red handed,
And I'll floss with red cinders when I’m inta Cunnilingus,
cos you are the hottest of all of the gingers.
 
Yeah, get back all you girls in your slithery thongs,
Unless the curlies emerging are strawberry blonde,
I’m sure blondes and brunettes have a great deal of fun,
Or that they don’t need an umbrella when they go out in the sun,
Fine. We'll hide inside till we’ve both had our full,
The thatch on your snatch a red rag to a bull,
When we’re done and you’re gone.
the thought of you lingers.
For you are the hottest of all of the gingers.