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Richard Marx - Playing with fire
Hey, you got the look of a lonely woman's eyes,
what'cha thinking when you're standing so close to me?
Ain't no law says a man can't fantasize,
there's a secret locked up in you tight
Ooh! I'd love to turn the key.
Whoah, playing with fire...fighting my desire, baby...
...my conscience is a liar.
Oh, Lord, have mercy on the shameless sinner...!
...walking on a wire, now I...I face the crucifier,
What'cha doin' to me?
Live by rules made up by society,
but I guess I must have missed Election day
'cause so much about you looks so good to me, yeah!
for what I'm thinking I could go to jail,
but some laws are born to break...
...stakes are getting higher, now I...
...I think I'm losin' it...
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