You're playing with fire and you're asking for trouble,
my friend.
The girl you admire shall make a fool out of you in the end.
You're gonna get your
fingers burned.
She won't be very much concern.
You're wasting your time.
She's a runaround little town fur.
She used to be fine.
Can't you see by the way I've been hurt?
You set your soul on fire.
That's when you find you're playing with fire.
She
won't be very much concern.
