fires brewing   in your ember eyes   sweats ensuing to the temperature rise      beads of sweat run   down our sides, hot sun shines it's not fair to hide   we could get used to this fahrenheit      make music all night long (2X)      when her tongue tells me something without a word      we thow on a cd   and feels free to pump the volume   sweetie throws herself, those hips will follow through      heat rises, so this is the highest place i've ever been      her body moving like it's fluid   speechless, touching a kiss to her lips as she blew it   says a lot about us      when her tongue tells me something without a word