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