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, talking
You... Your sex is on fire
Dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, 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, rattling bones
I can just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh it's still the greatest, the greatest
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