Well,
I'm tired of being perfect,
and I'm bored of being good.
And I've done my time and had my fill of acting like I should.
I've colored right inside the lines.
Now I want to make a mess.
And I don't care if it offends you,
because I ain't trying to impress.
I want to flirt with my own fear.
Want to dance with my desire, playing with fire.
I want to walk down every street in that dress I shouldn't wear,
just to show the whole damn world just how little that I care.
If I see something that I want,
I'm going to reach right out and take it.
And if his service don't bring smiles,
you know I ain't going to fake it.
I want to flirt with my own fear.
Want to dance with my desire, playing with fire.
Playing with fire.
Playing with fire.
I'm choosing door number four if they're offering me three.
I want to make a choice that's got
nothing to do with no one else but me.
And I'm tired of scripted lines that have been so well rehearsed.
And for just one goddamn time, I want to put
myself first.
I want to flirt with my own fear.
Want to dance with my desire,
playing with fire.
Playing with fire.
Playing with fire.
Just might learn that I really like the first man with fire.
Here's the way the world sits to me.
Good girls rarely make history.
You got to take a risk if you want a story.
There's a real fine line between content and boring.
Break the bar.
Don't just raise it high.
You've done the work.
You get to play with.
Playing with fire.
Playing with fire.
Just might learn that I really like the burn.
Playing with fire.