Text: Micky Green. The Game.

If you don't like my cooking
then
You can keep on looking
Tere's plenty more fish in
the sea for you and me.
And the emptiness you feel do
you classify as real
Or do you store it away and
save it for later ?
why do you do something like
this to yourself ?
You could be happier alone or
with somebody else.
What is it that I have to do
to get it right on through to
you ?
I won't hold my breath I'm
blue.

In the Game...

It could be all day long
I wonder would you do me
wrong ?
If I'd be listening to my
gut who tells me that
somethings up
I'd be gone
What is a life if it's a life
that's half lived ?
That would have to be a waste
like cutting in half all of
your years...
And I have my whole life
ahead I won't let you do in
my head. No

In the Game...
of seduction
I've seen you in action
To seduce and be seduced
I refuse to be reduced by you

I dream of many things
Like everyone used recycling
bins.
And weed was legal
And I could eat a real apple..

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