Hey, little girl, is Your daddy home
Did he go away and leave You all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire

Tell me now, baby, is he good to You
Can he do to You the things that I do
I can take You higher
I'm on fire

Sometimes 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 [bad word] through the middle of my head
Only You can cool my desire
I'm on fire