Sex On Fire

Album cover art for "Sex On Fire" by Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox & Adanna Duru

Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox & Adanna Duru - Pop

Sex On Fire

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Duration: 4:42

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Lay where you're layin', don't make a sound I know they're watchin', they're watchin' All the commotion, the kiddie-like play Has people talkin', talkin' You, your sex is on fire The dark of the alley, the breakin' of day Head while I'm drivin', I'm drivin' Soft lips are open, your knuckles are pale Feels like you're dyin', you're dyin' You, your sex is on fire Consumed, were the words to transpire Hot as a fever, rattlin' bones I could 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 You, your sex is on fire And you, your sex is on fire Consumed, were the words to transpire And you, your sex is on fire Consumed, were the words to transpire

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