Sex on Fire - Overstreet

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

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 to transpire