Games Songtext

GamesI'm afraid of losing at gamesNot knowing critical dates or the manesOf monarchs and others deserving acclaimI'm afraid of going baldThe clear-cut jokes and the names I'd be calledThe men so smug, the ladies appalledI'm afraid of going baldThe missing link, the hidden clueEvery, word I say is trueI don't lie excerpt to youYou, of course, and maybe a few others listenersDetermined to prove thatThey knew what I knewI'm afraid of getting sickUnmerciful time and it's tick, tick, tickThe room so cold, the atmosphere thickI'm afraid of getting sickI'm afraid of loosing youThed ead-letter days and nights to get throughSuffer, surrender and start over newI'm afraid of loosing youI'm afraid of loosing at games-----------------------------------Besucht mich auch unter http://www.planetmork.de