The thrill is gone I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your sighs Feel your touch and realize The nights are cold For love is old Love was grand when love was new Birds were singing, skies were blue Now it don't appeal to you

'Cause everything I see is you And I don't want no substitute Baby, I swear it's déjà vu Know that I can't get over you Boy, I try to catch myself But I'm out of control Your sexiness is so appealing