...Because I Spit Hot Fire

The sweat soaks his shirt

And he's feeling his blood thin out

And the pulse we've built outside this epidermis keeps his charm en route

Pedals to the floor

Like my hips press to yours

There's a whisper from your lips "lets go"

You don't stand a chance

I'm as stealthy as a slow gas leak

By the time that you know you'll have succomb to me

I've never seen such a battle to open one door

You're batting eyes

As he's taking his time

As we're playing out the last notes to your calling song

Pedals to the floor

Like my hips press to yours

There's a whisper from your lips "lets go"

You don't stand a chance

I'm a rush much like passing notes

'Cause I'm keeping the secrets you'd all die to know

But have no shame

These boundaries called waistlines are bound to be broken sometime