boz scaggs
call that love
well there's a fire up the road burning about five foot three i feel the heat all the way down here so she's getting to me it's coming on strong like a beautiful bolt from the blue she puts the heat in my havana the bee in my boogaloo i call it lighting up the grid i call it blowing off the lid i call it brimstone lightning soul uptightening cos that's what it is it's like you don't know what it is till you open up a bottle of wine it's some well kept secret that was waiting there all the time she's raging through my main frame burning out my circuitry and there's a full blown frankenstein monster waking up in me i call it burning down the main frame i call it speeding up the end game i call it running in the red sitting on a powder keg cos that's what it is lord how can this be. all of this for me call it dreams on fire call it heart's desire it's a lowdown feeling the best that you ever had it's no sign from above it's called love sweet love well you can call it what you want to but don't try to understand call it rocking my world i call it lightning bolts call it turning the key just you and me call it cooking on the range mmmm getting signal again is it too soon to know well maybe so beaming on broadband drowning on dry land call it getting through call it me and you mmmm call it getting down mmmm going to town