Holding me down.

Your grip was like iron,

The world is shimmering away.

I swear you are all I want.

You could burn churches

in this heat.

If you won't be a gentlemen

then I'm not a lady.

And I won't hold my tongue,

just 'cause she's getting violent.

She just wants to feel it...

We could burn bridges

in this heat.

You're not so coy

when your locked 'round my waist.

Your charred and scarred and

I'm ready and smiling.

Never been so free.

And I could cry...

for this heat.