October 18, 2012

  • Heeeeey, little baby, is your daddy home?
    Did he go away and leave you…all alone? No, no…
    I gotta bad de-sire...
    Oh-
        ohh-
             ohhh,
      I'm on fire...

    Tell me now, baby, is he good to you?
    Can he do to you the things…that I do? Oh, no…
    I can take you higher...
    Oh-
        ohh-
             ohhh,
      I'm on fire...

     

     

     

     

    Some-times, it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull, and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul…

    At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
    And a freight train running through the middle of my head
    Only you...can cool my de-sire...
    Oh-
        ohh-
             ohhh,
      I'm on fire...

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