Oh She's On Fire. Oh She's On Fire. Hot to trot she's a bit insane. Little bit of pleasure. With a little bit of pain. I got to be smokin'. So I know without a doubt. Where there's the smoke. There's the fire so I gotta boot it out. Say oh She's On Fire. Oh She's On Fire. Only child with a hang down lip. Starve for love and you pay your chip. Little by little catch enough to me. She's more of a woman. And I thought she'd be to me. Hungry girl she's a city slick. Sayin' the one on a losin' stick. She's On Fire. She chop my head on a guillotine. She's my flame she's a feather my chief.