How about we listen to someone else's song now?Hey little boy, is your mother home?Did she go and leave you all alone?I got a bad desireOh, I'm on fireTell me now, baby, is she good to you?Does she do to you the things I don't do?I can take you higherOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireSometimes, like someone took a knife, baby, I jandalAnd put a six-inch valley through the middle of my soulAt night, I wake up with the sheets soaking wetAnd a freight train running through the middle of my headOnly you can cool my desireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fireOh, I'm on fire