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...
