Lyrics: Anna K. Jacobs/Michael R. Jackson
Music: Anna K. Jacobs/Michael R. Jackson
You don't rock tank tops and "booty shorts"
You don't invite the eye to ask for more
You don't wear skirts above the knee
You dress with class and modesty
Some girls go out with pants that cling
You won't leave home without your purity ring
You don't tempt fate with spaghetti straps
You're a girl who keeps it all under wraps 'cause
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
Underneath it all, safe and suspended
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
Right under my nose, the way God intended
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
Drеss so my eyes are nеver offended
I'm kind of obsessed when it comes to your modesty
I love your single-mindedness
When God says go, you always acquiesce
You hide his word inside of you
You're a righteous man in all you say and do
That's holy masculinity
That's your core, your lock and your key
Some guys would push for more from me
But not you, 'cause you still agree That
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
Not only for show - and not an illusion
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
Everywhere you go - a foregone conclusion
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
How you steer clear of any confusion
I thank Father God for your love of my modesty
You're a beauty
So my duty
Is to treat your love like glass
It excites me
And ignites me
To the point of critical mass
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
It's like Christmas day
Anticipation
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
First a slight delay
Then gratification
Modest is hottest
Modest is hottest
Hotter than H
In my imagination
I'm just so obsessed when it comes to your modesty
Your Godliness makes me feel so secure
But also so blessed by your virtue and modesty
It's a like narcotic that's totally pure
And it totally, totally, totally turns
Me on