Lay where you’re laying
Don’t make a sound
I know they’re watching
They’re watching
All the commotion
?
Has people talking
Talking
You
Your sex is on fire
Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Head while I’m driving
I’m driving
Soft lips are open
Them nuckles is pale
Feels like you’re dying
Your dying
You
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
But it’s not forever
But …