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Backseat heat

Red nails on your throat, I tease

Lipstick smeared on your white tee

Say my name with your teeth on me

I’m not shy

Climb on top of your jealous pride

Tell me how you like it while I ride

Hands on my waist, grip tight

I need your sin on my skin

Your hands where the good girls never let you in

I crave your tongue, your bite, your control

Do it rough, do it slow

Burn me, burn me slow

I need your sin on my skin

Your body’s the drug and I’m giving in

I beg for your touch down in my soul

Do it raw, take it all

Burn me, burn me slow

Lights off, breathe

Feel you push every inch in me

Nails drag down, I make you bleed

You pull my hair while I curse and plead

You growl low

Tell me, “take it, don’t let go”

I arch back, you hit that zone

Moan so loud, make the neighbors know

[whispered vocals] Say you want it

Say you want this mess, this sweat, this shake

Kiss my thighs

Make me scream your name till the bedframe breaks

[low vocal register] Deeper, harder

Fill me, mark me where the bruises show

I’m your sinner, your altar

Lay me down, lay me open, lose control

[growled ad-libs under choirs] Don’t stop, don’t stop

Keep me begging in the aftershock

Your fingers on my throat, my hips

You own every sound from my lips

The room spins

You slam me back and you dive in again

My heartbeat, your bassline

We cross that filthy sacred line

[crescendo] I need your sin on my skin

One more hit, one more wave, let it overflow

[drawn out] Burn me

Burn me

Burn me slow…