Slow Burning Love

It was a hot and sultry day somewhere in early September
I don’t hardly remember the day
Just the way the sun beat down upon the bay, baby
I did not even need to know your name
It was, oh, so plain to see that you had eyes for me
Halfway open, halfway closed, half-naked eyes for me, baby
It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair
A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I
And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died
Oh, the lights of the city were close at hand
I might just as well have been another man
You might just as well have been another girl
It might just as well have been another world
It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair
A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I
And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died
Oh, slow burning love
You were smoking up that day, some kind of hot
It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair
A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I
And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died