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
