J. Michael Harter

J. Michael Harter - Playing With Fire lyrics

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When I was just a little man
I stole my daddys zippo and
Half a can of his lawnmower gasoline
I flipped the top and let it spark
It left a scar up my right arm
And a house without a porch across the street
I love playin with fire
I love playin with fire
You would think that I'd of learned after how bad I've been burned
But I love playin with fire
I love playin with fire
It might have been your hot red lips
The amber on your short tight dress
Or jack fire tellin me give it a try
I knew you were there with him
He looked to be 'bout six foot ten
But your number was worth my two black eyes
I love playin with fire
I love playin with fire
I'm hypnotized by dangerous crazy gets me high I guess
I love playin with fire
I love playin with fire
Now I'm yours and girl your mine
I can't believe a years gone by
I can't believe he's in here tonight
I knew there was trouble when he grabbed you by the arm and then
Asked me if I wanna step outside
I've never been afraid of a fight
But I've got somethin better in mind
I love playin with fire
I love playin with fire
I know where he parked his truck it's dark out in that parkin lot
And I love playin with fire
I love playin with fire
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Language: English

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