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
Your sex is on fire
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
Your sex is on fire
Consumed,
We're the ones, what's to transpire
Hot as a fever
Rattle of bones
I could just taste it
Taste it
But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh we're still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest
Your sex is on fire
Your sex is on fire
Consumed,
With what's to transpire
And you,
Your sex is on fire
Consumed,
With what's to transpire

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