Sex On Fire
Lay where you're layingDon't make a soundI know they're watchingThey're watching
All the commotionThe kiddie-like playHas people talkingTalking
YouYour sex is on fire
The dark of the alleyThe break of the dayThe head while I'm drivingI'm driving
Soft lips are openKnuckles are paleFeels like you're dyingYou're dying
YouYour sex is on fireConsumedWith what's to transpire
Hot as a feverRattling bonesI can just taste itTaste it
If it's not foreverIf it's just tonightOh, it's still the greatestThe greatestThe greatest
YouYour sex is on fireYouYour sex is on fireConsumedWith what's to transpireAnd youYour sex is on fireConsumedWith what's to transpire