Lay where you're layingDon't make a soundI know they're watchingWatching
All the commotionThe kiddie like playIt has people talkingTalking
YouYour sex is on fire
The dark of the alleyThe breaking of dayHead while I'm drivingI'm driving
Soft lips are openThem knuckles are paleFeels like you're dyingYou're dying
YouYour sex is on fireConsumedWith what's to transpire
Hot as a feverRattle of bonesI could just taste itTaste it
If it's not foreverBut there's just tonightOh we're still the greatestThe greatestThe greatest
YouYour sex is on fireYouYour sex is on fire
ConsumedWith what's to transpire
And youYour sex is on fireConsumedWith what's to transpire