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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
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 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
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
