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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blame Jones
Blame Jones
Performer
Andy Dixon
Andy Dixon
Acoustic Guitar
Amba Tremain
Amba Tremain
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Songwriter
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Songwriter
Jared Followill
Jared Followill
Songwriter
Matthew Followill
Matthew Followill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Dixon
Andy Dixon
Producer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lay where you're layin'
Don't make a sound
I know they're watchin'
They're watchin'
All the commotion
Kitty like play
Has people talkin'
Talkin'
[Verse 2]
And your, your sex is on fire
[Verse 3]
Dark of the alley
Breakin' of day
Head while I'm drivin'
I'm drivin'
Soft lips are open
Them knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dyin'
You're dyin'
[Verse 4]
And your, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's just transpired
[Verse 5]
Hot as a fever
Rattlin' bones
I could just taste it
Taste it
But it's not forever
It's just tonight
And we're still the greatest
The greatest, the greatest
[Verse 6]
Oh, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's just transpired
Ah, ah
Written by: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
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