You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Girl, my [trades] couldn't get much higher.. Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our [trades] become a funeral pyre.. Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire. I WILL TRY TO SET THE NIGHT ON FIRE MY trades can't get much higher :/ stay tuned....
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