Play with Fire

The thrill of the chase when you don't want to leave with me, but then at

the end of the night you're in the parking lot, you ask for a ride, get inside,

slide your hand upon my thigh, it’s what you do all the time

You flash that charming arrogance I can't resist, the way you fake your

innocence

I see a devil in your left eye and an angel in your right. I don't know what to

do, I can't make up my mind.

You've got a

Bad reputation but I keep coming back

In a sticky situation and I'm caught in your trap

I keep on telling myself you’re a pathological liar but I love to play with fire.

How you smile when you say that you hate the excitement of the dangerous roads

that we take. Don't you know, I know you lied when you tried to confide, took

my hand, lead me outside. Once again you need a ride.

I like the way you tease me, the good, the bad the sexy thing you are.

I love the way you need me, I soon forget all your hypocrisy.