Fire On The Floor - Beth Hart

Love is a fever And is burning me alive It can&be tamed or satisfied There is no mercy For the fallen or for the weak Love is a nasty word to speak I don&wanna love him anymore He¬hing like the man I loved before But the pain gets real comfortable When it&all ya got Ashes and smoke they can&compete Not even hell can take the heat And I be sliding off of my seat For his flame His love is like fire on the floor It&got me running for the door But I&be crawling back for more Of his fire on the floor It don&matter what ya say You can&survive it, there ain&no way So tonight I&gonna stay And play with his fire On the floor Wanna play with his fire On the floor child, child This kinda love Don&need no bed or satin sheets Nothing soft, nothing soft or sweet to drink Love is a lesson, you were born to never learn And your soul will beg to burn I don&wanna love him anymore He¬hing like the man I loved before And there&a sign above the door Saying no way out Ashes and smoke they can&compete Not even hell can take the heat And I be sliding off of my seat For his flame His love is like fire on the floor It&got me running for the door But I keep crawling back for more Of his fire on the floor It don&matter what ya say You can&survive it, there ain&no way So tonight I&gonna stay And play with his fire On the floor I&gonna stay and play with his fire On the floor I&gonna play with his fire On the floor