|Guitar:||Robert Gene Ragan II|
The thrill of the chase when you don't want to leave with me, but then at
the end of the night you're in the parking lot, you ask for a ride, get inside,
slide your hand upon my thigh, it’s what you do all the time
You flash that charming arrogance I can't resist, the way you fake your
I see a devil in your left eye and an angel in your right. I don't know what to
do, I can't make up my mind.
You've got a
Bad reputation but I keep coming back
In a sticky situation and I'm caught in your trap
I keep on telling myself you’re a pathological liar but I love to play with fire.
How you smile when you say that you hate the excitement of the dangerous roads
that we take. Don't you know, I know you lied when you tried to confide, took
my hand, lead me outside. Once again you need a ride.
I like the way you tease me, the good, the bad the sexy thing you are.
I love the way you need me, I soon forget all your hypocrisy.
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