The Flavour - Sex on fire | Текст песни

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Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching

All the commotion
The kiddy like play
Have people talking
Talking

Yeah
Your sex is on fire

Back of the alley
The breaking of the day
head while I'm driving
I'm driving

Soft lips are open
Knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying

Yeah
Your sex's 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 we're still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest

Yeah
your sex is on fire

Yeah
Your sex is on fire
consumed
with what's to transpire

yeah
Your sex is on fire

consumed
with what's to transpire

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