Sex On Fire

Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox , Adanna Duru

Lay where you′re laying
Don't make a sound
I know they′re watchingWatching
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