Fire - Miles Mosley

Ya’ll can’t touch me 'cause I’m on fire

Too hot to handle, I’m on fire

Walk in the room, kaboom

Your confidence is waning

The world is such a sight

So bright

With flames interchanging

And I, I could do you a favor or two

And burn up the mundane version of you

But you’d owe me

Oh you’d owe me

I’d want your soul

I’d want your love

I’d want your everlasting undying trust

Ya’ll can’t touch me 'cause I’m on fire

Too hot to handle, I’m on fire

Yeah, pretty pretty

Don’t be shy

As far as I can tell I’m your kind of guy

Come a little closer sweetie I don’t bite

I wrote a little ditty I think you might like

It goes

Oil in the linda, linda, linda

Oil in the linda, linda, linda

See you can dance to it, we could romance to it

Come on let’s sing it

Oil in the linda, linda, linda

Oil in the linda, linda, linda

I believe it

I feel it, if you want me to I’ll scream it

I’m on fire

Too hot to handle, I’m on fire

Ya’ll can’t touch me, I’m on fire

Too hot to handle, I’m on fire