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