hot turns to cold
this is getting old
it's out of control
which ever way the wind blows
we both go
again
the craziness we cannot let go
what is there to hold
the things that have been told
hide and go seek
keeps us at our peak
the slips
the love that occasionally leaks
two freaks
the hand print
left on my cheek
the mean streak
makes us complete
week to week
when things seems bleak
does not make us weak
the games
i blame
you blame
there is no shame
we both came
tame
not our claim to fame
the games
will never change
not our strange
we never stay estranged
the games
the power
the desire
we play
the games