Slow Heat

Damn-free attitude
Only she exudes
Memories, slows it down
She says time is now
Wish I could
Follow suit
I been hanging round
A damn-free attitude
Is something I could use
Slow heat, in his words
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
Everyday the same
Wish I could get a grip
Take hold of the reigns
But knowing me, I’ll let 'em slip
Some things never change
Slow heat
Slow heat, in his words
If she already knows something
Then you’re, too old to learn
She can have it all
And not give it a second thought
She’s already moved on
Moved on