GAMES

Games, playing with my heart, tell me what's your name Maybe you the one tired of these lames, in the sky is love, hopping on a plane What a shame. Games, playing with my heart, tell me what's your name Maybe you the one tired of these lames, in the sky is love, hopping on a plane What a shame. Uh, I be a house on the hill, but we live in New York so we dealing with loud neighbors, and hopping trains is a sport Be lonely in the summertime, because where you live is a fort A fortress of solitude, and the only Christ is Dior It's a four, it's a wang, it's a plane. Tell me more. Keep me be bored, now I'm bored Hey, what's your problem? Swear to God *Gibberish* Games, playing with my heart, tell me what's your name Maybe you the one tired of these lames, in the sky is love, hopping on a plane What a shame. Games, playing with my heart, tell me what's your name Maybe you the one tired of these lames, in the sky is love, hopping on a plane What a shame.