Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching
All the commotion
The kitty loved pain
Has people talking
They're talking
You
Your sex is on fire
Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Head while I'm driving
I'm driving
Soft lips are open
Them knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying
You
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire
Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Taste it
But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh we're still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest
You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire
And you
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire
This is a Hot Off The Press song and music video composed, produced, and performed by myself, Milton L. Delgado, about growing-up in The Bronx back in the 50s. I made this video
to share with cyber space, but most of all, for everyone who grew-up in the Bronx to enjoy and reminisce about those fabulous days. I welcome your positive feed-back. Thank you, enjoy, and God Bless.
