Slow Heat

Temporary attitude Only she exudes Memory slows her down She says time is now Wish I could follow suit I been hanging 'round A temporary attitude Is something I could use Slow heat is worse Than the actual burn If she already knows something Then you're too old to learn Slow heat Slow heat I never could Get over the flame Memory Slows me down Every day the same Wish I could Get a grip Take hold of the reins But knowing me I'll let 'em slip Some things never change Slow heat Slow heat Is worse Than the actual burn If she already knows something Then you're too old to learn She can have it all And not give it a second thought All this in life I've noticed She's already moved on, moved on