Don't tell me what to do
Maybe I'm coming, maybe I won't
Don't believe you know me so far
You might remain with a deep scar
I follow your ride
Let you be the guide
I get on my knees
Begging you
Please
Nothing but games we play
Sweet and vicious games you say
Do not think you give enough to please
This warm breeze might turn into a freeze
I get on my knees
Begging you
Please
Nothing but games we play
Sweet and vicious games you say
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