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It's not a love song.

Hey little girl, is your Daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone,
Uh huh, I got a bad desire

Oh, oh, Oh I’m on Fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
And can he do to you the things I don’t do
Mmhmmm, I can take you higher.

Oh, ooooooh, Oooooh I’m on Fire

Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull
And cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull,
At night I wake up with the sheets soakin’ wet
And a freight train runnin’ through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire

Oh, ooooh, Ooooh I’m on Fire
Oh, ooooh, Ooooh I’m on Fire

Bruce Springsteen

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