Hot for Grammar

**[Verse 1]** Oh no, got a text—(baby, what’s this mess?) No punctuation—(ooh, I must confess…) Ginger walks in, yardstick in hand, Leather heels click—(oh, we’re in demand!) **[Pre-Chorus]** "Now, class," she purrs, "let’s set this right, Five words minimum, keep it tight!" Red pen sways, eyes so sly, "Misplace that comma? Ooh, you’ll pay the price…" **[Chorus]** 🔥 *I’m hot for grammar!* (Oh, teach me more!) 🔥 *She cracks the whip—oh, I’m done for!* 🔥 *I’m hot for grammar!* (Ooh, school me slow…) 🔥 *Say it right, let that syntax flow!* **[Verse 2]** Mmm, bad spelling, such a crime… Ginger taps the desk—"Detention time!" Leather-clad lesson, oh, she’s so strict, One wrong "your" and *snap!*—that yardstick clicks! **[Bridge]** "Talk syntax, baby, whisper it slow… Apostrophes missing? Oh no, no, no…" She leans in close, breath so hot, "Spell it right, babe, or you’ll get caught…" **[Final Chorus]** 🔥 *I’m hot for grammar!* (Ooh, make it right!) 🔥 *Oxford comma—such delight!* 🔥 *I’m hot for grammar!* (Mmm, let’s go!) 🔥 *Say it proper, take it slow!* **[Outro]** Oh, Ginger… (yes, Miss Manners…) Yardstick high, lips so tight— Teach me, tease me, spell me right… (Ooooh, yeahhh!)