Sex on Fire - Shirley Adamson
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're talking
Your your sex is on fire
Down in the alley breaking of day
Head while I'm driving I'm driving
Soft lips are open knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying you're dying
Your your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Hot as a fever rattling bones
I could just taste it taste it
But it's not forever but it's just tonight
Oh it's still the greatest the greatest the greatest
Your your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire