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Play With Fire

The Higher23 Jun 2009

Play With Fire Lyrics

The Higher - 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 up on my thigh

It's what you do, all the time

 

You flash that charming arrogance that 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 got a bad reputation

But I keep coming back

In a sticky situation

And I'm caught in your trap

Whoa, 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 led me outside, once again you need a ride

 

You flash that charming arrogance that 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 got a bad reputation

But I keep coming back

In a sticky situation

And I'm caught in your trap

Whoa, I keep on telling myself you're a pathological liar

But I love to play with fire

 

I like the way you tease me

The good, the bad, the sexy thing you are

I like the way you need me

I soon forget all your hypocracy

 

You flash that charming arrogance that I can't resist (I can't resist)

The way you fake your innocence (oh)

I see a devil in your left eye

And an angel in your right (hey)

I don't know what to do

I can't make up my mind

 

You got a bad reputation

But I keep coming back

In a sticky situation

And I'm caught in your trap

Whoa, I keep on telling myself you're a pathological liar

But I love to play with fire

 

I just can't help myself

I keep coming back

In a sticky situation

And I'm caught in your trap

Oh, I keep on telling myself you're a pathological liar

But I love to play with fire