He Plays Like Me

He plays like there's no tomorrow

 and sometimes I'm sure there won't be

Never waste a minute, they're all borrowed

and tonight is the last you'll ever see of me

 

So it's a fast ride and you're too giddy to watch

Sometimes you think you're gonna puke

it's all just a bit too much

if you live this night through it's a fluke

He's so out of touch it's enchanting

really he's just charming

he could charm the pants off a leprechaun

and you'd never know what went wrong.

 

He plays dirty like the price is gold

and sometimes he makes me believe it

Never slow down, never grow old

speak too fast for anymone to percieve it

 

So it's a fast ride and you're too giddy for good sense

sometimes you think this is it

it seems like it's the end

and if you live through the night you'll throw a fit

He's so disconnected it's amazing

really he's just crazy

he could charm the socks off a giraffe

and you'd never be fast enough to see him laugh.

 

He plays innocent like he believes it

and sometimes he makes me too.

Never act like you really need it

because the truth is you never do

 

So it's a fast ride and you're too giddy to make sense

sometimes you think this is it

you feel like it's the end

and if you live through the night you'll repent...a bit

He's so disfunctional it's endearing

really he's just healing

he could charm the fuck out of you

and you'd never see it comming, you never would.

 

He plays like me, he plays like me

and sometimes I like to play together.

Act like it's the last thing you'll see

but look for it wherever.

 

So it's a fast ride with bad eyesight and both hands tied.

Oh you'll think this is it

you'll soon die

and if you live the night you'll just give up and sit.

We're so delusional it's frightning

really we're just thunder and lightning

we could charm the life out of you

and you'd never see us comming, you never would.

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Tootles, Choccie blonde sem hefur ekki frá neinu að segja í dag.