Sex On Fire

Lay where you're laying

Don't make a sound

I know they're watching

They're watching

All the commotion

The kitty like playing

As people talking talking

Yeah

Your sex is on fire The dark of the alley

The breaking of day The head while I'm driving

I'm driving Soft lips are open

Knuckles are pale Feels like you're dying

You're dying, you, your sex is on fire Consumed, with the words to transpire

Heart is a fever, rattling bones.

I could just taste it, taste it.

If it's not forever, if it's just a night,

oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest.

And you, your sex is on fire And you, your sex is on fire

Consumed with what's to transpire

And you, your sex is on fire

Consumed with what's to transpire