...Because I Spit Hot Fire

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 pressed 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 succumbed 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 culling 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 out
'Cause I'm keeping the secrets you'd all die to know
But have no shame
'Cause these boundaries called waistlines are bound to be broken sometime