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