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 kiddie like play Has people talking, talking You, your s*x 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 s*x is on fire Consumed with what's to transpire Hot as a fever, rattling bones I could just taste it, taste it If it's not forever, if it's just tonight Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest You, your s*x is on fire And you, your s*x is on fire Consumed with what's to transpire And you, your s*x is on fire Consumed with what's to transpire