Temp of You

At arms length is where I like you best
Those eyes put my wheel to the test
The earth moves and I start to feel a shift
Your wild energy makes the solid ground shift

My feet man get a hold of your brain
When she walks in there's a Fahrenheit gain

I think, I think something's about to brew
But I'm so unsure of the temp of you
I think something's about to brew
But I'm so unsure of you

Here it comes that familiar cold wind
Your heart pivots and my love's no longer in
A cold chill is the anvil that has swung
My heart's unraveling has begun

My feet man get a hold of your brain
When she walks in

I think, I think something's about to brew
But I'm so unsure of the temp of you
I think something's about to brew
But I'm so unsure of you

I think I'm gonna burn
I think I'm gonna burn
I think I'm gonna burn



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Haywood Hooker, Stephanie Lynn Hooker
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