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