Fire Drill

You never kiss me like you used to do, Or say you want me so I know it’s true. And even though we still might get it on, There’s no denying, babe, the thrill is gone. These days the pattern’s gotten too routine. There’s no excitement when we’re on the scene. Can’t say exactly how things got this way, Just know the dance we do is no ballet. Our lovin’s nothin’ but a fire drill; Go through the motions, but without the thrill. Instead of heat, we end up with a chill. Our lovin’s nothin’ but a fire drill. But babe, let’s say we give it one more try. Let’s reach on back to when our souls could fly. We did it then and we could do it now. Just lay it down and let me show you how. So, no more looking for the fast way out. Let’s take our time; that’s what it’s all about. Let love’s fierce sweetness fan the flames until We’ve made it more than just a fire drill.