J. Michael Harter - Playing With Fire lyrics

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WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE MAN

I STOLE MY DADDYS ZIPPO AND

HALF A CAN OF HIS LAWNMOWER GASOLINE

I FLIPPED THE TOP AND LET IT SPARK

IT LEFT A SCAR UP MY RIGHT ARM

AND A HOUSE WITHOUT A PORCH ACROSS THE STREET

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

YOU WOULD THINK THAT ID OF LEARNED AFTER HOW BAD IVE BEEN BURNED

BUT I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN YOUR HOT RED LIPS

THE AMBER ON YOUR SHORT TIGHT DRESS

OR JACK FIRE TELLIN ME GIVE IT A TRY

I KNEW YOU WERE THERE WITH HIM

HE LOOKED TO BE 'BOUT SIX FOOT TEN

BUT YOUR NUMBER WAS WORTH MY TWO BLACK EYES

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

IM HYPNOTIZED BY DANGEROUS CRAZY GETS ME HIGH I GUESS

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

NOW IM YOURS AND GIRL YOUR MINE

I CANT BELIEVE A YEARS GONE BY

I CANT BELIEVE HES IN HERE TONIGHT

I KNEW THERE WAS TROUBLE WHEN HE GRABBED YOU BY THE ARM AND THEN

ASKED ME IF I WANNA STEP OUTSIDE

IVE NEVER BEEN AFRAID OF A FIGHT

BUT IVE GOT SOMETHIN BETTER IN MIND

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

I KNOW WHERE HE PARKED HIS TRUCK ITS DARK OUT IN THAT PARKIN LOT

AND I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE

I LOVE PLAYIN WITH FIRE<br />

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