Playing With Fire

Don't look my way From my view, it don't look so great From a mile away I'm looking like a mighty disgrace But baby, don't call me a liar Watch me while I'm playing with fire Dancing butt naked on a telephone wire Spinning circles like a busted old tire Much to my chagrin Drool hanging down from my double chin What a life I live My cowboy tears blowing in the wind But baby, don't call me a liar Watch me while I'm playing with fire Dancing butt naked on a telephone wire Spinning circles like a busted old tire This won't kill me But I can feel it pumping through my veins I hate these feelings Bad thoughts floating in the back of my brain Waiting for the crash Got my foot slammed down on the gas Enough horsepower to blast Baby, the flames are coming fast Any second I'll crash Got my fingers crossed behind my back The end is coming fast I'm spiraling down, burning out in fact But baby, don't call me a liar Watch me while I'm playing with fire Dancing butt naked on a telephone wire Spinning circles like a busted old tire This could kill me It'll all burn down to the ground, I reckon This could kill me Watch it all burn down to the ground any second --- Playing With Fire - Oliver Tree