My sexy wicked ex
We're always having sex
And she makes me start to flex
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Come on sexy girl,
Show me how it's done
Let's have a little fun
Before I head into the sun
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X marks the spot
That makes this hot
I'll take a shot
You're my sexy wicked ex
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Against the wall
Baby, we can do it all
Take me down
On the ground
You know what I found
She's my ex
She's the best
No one can replace my wicked X
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The crowd is into every single song and by mid-set, we’re having a blast. The only issue is that I’m overheating, so I motion to the guys that I want to change the set list by switching two songs. They’re pretty easy-going with stuff like this, so we slow it down, playing a ballad I wrote called “Nobody’s Lover.” It gives me a chance to cool down a bit, and I guzzle a bottle of water before I sit down at the piano. In the past, we’d used keyboards, but I wanted a real piano for this tour, and now I’m glad we made the upgrade.
Once the song is over, I get up and run backstage so I can change again while Bash does his drum solo. I feel better now, but I’m still hotter than usual.
“I’m dying,” I tell my roadie. “I need a sleeveless T. I don’t care where you get it.”
He looks startled but then calls out to Bash’s drum tech, who immediately pulls off his shirt. He’s kind of a small guy, so it’s not as big on me as it could have been. Once the shirt is on, I wiggle out of my bra, tossing it to the side, and then run back on stage.
“It’s hot in here,” I say to the crowd. “And it’s about to get hotter. Anyone ready for a raging inferno?”
“Raging Inferno” was never released as a single, but it’s insanely popular live, which is why we kept it in the set. Of course, now I have a decision to make.
The lyrics talk about going to a rage and diving off the stage.
