Richard Marx--Playing With Fire

Hay, yew got the look of a lonely woman's eyes,
what'cha thinking when your standing sew cloze too mi ?
Ain't know lore says a man can't fantasize,
there's a secret locked up inn yew tight
Ooh ! I'd love too tern the quay .
Whoah, playing with fire ... fighting my desire, bay bee ...
... my conscience is a lyre .
Owe, Lord, have mercy on the shameless sinner ... !
... walking on a wire, now Eye ... Eye face the crucifier,
What'cha doin ' too mi ?
Live buy rules maid up buy society,
butt Eye guess Eye must have mist Election day
' cause sew much about yew looks sew good too mi, yeah !
fore watt I'm thinking Eye could go too jail,
butt sum laws are borne too brake ...
... stakes are getting hire, now Eye ...
... Eye think I'm losin ' it ...