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...