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 to transpire

Hot as a fever

Rattle of bones

I could just taste it

Taste it

If it's not forever

But there's just tonight

Oh we're still the greatest

The greatest

The greatest

You

Your sex is on fire

You

Your sex is on fire

Consumed

With what's to transpire

And you

Your sex is on fire

Consumed

With what's to transpire