...Because I Spit Hot Fire (You, Me, and Everyone We Know)

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