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"Playing His Game"
by Jeph Johnson and Melody Stanhope
I don't want to fall all alone again
into a silly contest that I can't win
so I'll stand tall and walk on my own again
while my eyes look past his play
but my heart still aches and my knees feel weak
and I'm lost for words that should be easy to speak
I marvel so much at his technique
that it's impossible to walk away
he's the shit that makes the rest of us stink
and I'd call him crazy but I'd have to wink
'cause I know exactly how the other girls think
he's molded them like clay
now really what kind of life is that?
my dreams are big and my wallet's fat
and I know exactly where I'm at...
it's a place I want to stay!
but some time when we both feel the same
I'll cover myself with this thing called game
and we'll dance past the players that still remain
and it won't even seem cliche'
I know by the way he wraps me in his arms
that I'm still no match for his many charms
but I'm convinced I can still conform
to the way he plays his game
Chorus:
I know from his words, through his eyes I see
all the things I give to him are wild and free
like a brand new toy I let him play with me
yet he doesn't even have to play
