Hey, little boy, is your mama home
Did she go and leave you alone, no
Got a bad desire
Oh, I'm on fire

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

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, edgy and blunt
Put a six inch valley through the middle of my soul
Oh, at night I lay at home with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight [bad word] through the middle of my head
But you, you cool my desire

Oh, I'm on fire

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, edgy and blunt
Put a six inch valley through the middle of my soul
Oh, at night I lay at home with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight [bad word] through the middle of my head
But you, you cool my desire
Oh, I'm on fire