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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Songwriter
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Songwriter
Jared Followill
Jared Followill
Songwriter
Matthew Followill
Matthew Followill
Songwriter

Letra

Lay where you're laying Don't make a sound I know they're watching Watching All the commotion The kiddie like play It has people talking Talking You! Your sex is on fire The dark of the alley The breaking of day Head while I'm driving I'm driving Soft lips are open Them knuckles are pale Feels like you're dying You're dying You! Your sex is on fire Consumed! With what's just transpired Hot as a fever Rattle of bones I could just taste it Taste it If it's not forever If it's just tonight It's still the greatest The greatest The greatest The greatest You Your sex is on fire Fire Fire Fire Consumed With what's to transpire You Your sex is on fire Consumed With what's to transpire Your sex is on fire Your sex is on fire
Writer(s): Nathan Followill, Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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