,
Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking
You, your sex is on fire
The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying
You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's 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
You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Sjukt bra låt tycker jag, den går här hemma hos mej nu medans jag sjunger högt och falskt : )
Det har inte blivit så mycket städat dock, tar det senare. Henrik kankse vill hjälpa till när han kommer hem från jobbet ( troligtvist inte men )
Nu ska jag nog göra mej lite makaroner, börjar bli hungrig. Tråkigt att bara äta makaroner men...
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