Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching
All the commotion
Is killing our faith
It has people talking
They're talking
Your
Your sex is on fire
The dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Ahead while I'm driving
I'm driving
The soft lips are open
Them knuckles are pale
It feels like you're dying
You're dying
And your
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire
Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Taste it
If it's not forever
If it's just tonight
Oh it's still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest
And your
Your sex is on fire
Your
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire
And your
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire
Saturday, 24 January 2009
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