by Joyce Brookshire
© Gaskill Street Music BMI
Your love for me has been my source of power
You always know the way to turn me on
But when you kissed me tonight, I felt a shortage
The current from your lips is almost gone
CHORUS
There’s gonna be a love crisis in my future
There won’t be fuel enough to light my fire
There’s gonna be a love crisis in my future
Cause you turned off the flame of desire
I guess I should have planned a little better
And set my thermostat at a less degree
But when you switched on the passion in my fire
I didn’t think of conserving energy
CHORUS
I’m leaving in the morning for Miami
I’ll think of you in sunshine by the sea
And if you ever hope to get us back together
You better study up on solar energy
CHORUS