Written by Bruce Springsteen
Hey little boy is your mum home
Did she go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire
Tell me now baby is she good to you
Can she do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire
Oh oh oh, 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 soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire
Oh oh oh, I'm on fire