Oh the times that you have kissed me
                                   Like a phantom in my dreams
                                  And your eyes they haunt me
                                    Like a devil full of schemes
                                 You know that I should hate you
                                    Cause you treat me this a way
                                         Still, you know I love you
                                        Such a wicked game to play
                                         Like a match, you burn me
                                        When I turn out the light
                                          You use me and abuse me
                                        Through the long hot summer night
                                          Your shadow falls long
                                            Upon my bedroom wall
                                         And in the morning I know
                                     There won't be anything left at all
                                       But bits and pieces of my foolish pride
                                          Scattered all over the morning
                                         Till I lay half-dead inside
                                      And you know that I should hate you
                                        Cause you treat me this a way
                                          Isn't love a wicked game to play