Slow Heat

Isabel Brooks, Russ Chimes

Can't be just me
Having mad dreams
Drive through slow heat
When ever I think of us

Low light blue jeans
You remind me
How I, feel seen
When you're gone I long for your touch

Do you wanna hit
Do you wanna feel this
Maybe I could
Make you feel good

Do you wanna hit
Boy if you let me in
Maybe I would
Make you feel good

Red dress, confess
I'm a wild fire
Leaves you helpless
To the flames that burn
Both of us

Hold me, closely
Tell me I'm here
Feel the slow heat
And let it run away with us

Do you wanna hit
Do you wanna feel this
Maybe I could
Make you feel good

Do you wanna hit
Boy if you let me in
Maybe I would
Make you feel good

Baby now I'm burning up
Even though the heats too much
I am aching for a fever from your love

Baby in the break of day
When the fever comes my way
I am turning always yearning
For your love

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