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, they talking

And you, your sex is on fire

And 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, all the knuckles are pale

Feels like you're dying, you're dying

And you, your sex is on fire, oh

Consumed with what's to transpire, yeah

Your sex is on...

Your sex is on... oh

Your sex is on fire

Your sex is on...