I'm so hot for code, I'm so hot for code
I'm so hot for code and code's so cold
I'm so hot for code, I'm on fire for code
I'm so hot for code and laptop's so cold
I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano
I'm so hot for code, I'm so hot for code
I'm so hot for code and code's so cold
Yeah, I tried re-compiling her, tried re-building her
I think her compiler is permanently stalled
Code's so cold code's so cold
Code's so cold cold cold
Like a tombstone
Code's so cold, code's so cold
Code's so cold cold cold like an ice cream cone
Code's so cold she's so cold
I dare not touch her my hand just froze
Yeah, I'm so hot for hot for code, I'm so hot for code
I'm so hot for code and even so
Put your hand on the keyboard, put your hand in the editor
Aw c'mon baby, let's go
Code's so cold, code's so cold, cold, code's so c-c-c-old
But she's beautiful, though
Yeah, code's so cold
Code's so cold, she's so cold
Code was born in an scandinavian zone
Code's so cold code's so cold, cold, cold
I dare not touch code, my hand just froze
Code's so cold, she's so goddamn cold she's so
Cold cold cold she's so cold
Who would believe code was a beauty indeed
When the days get shorter and the nights get long
Lie awake when the rain comes
Nobody will know, when you're old
When you're old, nobody will know
That code was a beauty, a sweet sweet beauty
A sweet sweet beauty, but stone stone cold
You're so cold, you're so cold, cold, cold
You're so cold, you're so cold
I'm so hot for you, I'm so hot for you
I'm so hot for code and you're so cold
I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano