Hey little boy is your mama homenDid she go and leave you alone, nonGot a bad desirenOh, I'm on firennTell me now baby is she good to younCan she do to you the things that I donOh, I can take you highernOh, I'm on firennSometimes it's like someone took a knife, edgy and bluntnPut a six inch valley through the middle of my soulnOh, at night I lay at home with the sheets soaking wetnAnd a freight train running through the middle of my headnBut you, you cool my desirennOh, I'm on firennSometimes it's like someone took a knife, edgy and bluntnPut a six inch valley through the middle of my soulnOh, at night I lay at home with the sheets soaking wetnAnd a freight train running through the middle of my headnBut you, you cool my desirenOh, I'm on fire