Playing With Fire

(Lola Jean Dillon)



I'm sorry and the night's not even over

I'll end up hurt but worse I'll be to blame

After all that I've been burned you'd think I'd finally learn

Still I keep walking right back through the flame.



Lord I'm playin' with the fire one more time

Coverin' his flamin' lips with mine

Knowin' I should let him go oh Lordy what a fool

I'm playing with fire and the hotter it gets

The harder it is to keep it cool.



Sometimes I curse the day I ever met him

But worse I curse myself cause he's not mine

I always see the smoke before I start to choke

It's the same old flame that gets me every time...