You don·t remember my name


I don·t really care


can we play the game your way?


can I really lose control?




just once in my life


I think it·d be nice


just to lose control- just once


with all the pretty flowers in the dust




Mary had a lamb


his eyes black as coals


if we play very quiet, my lamb


Mary never has to know




just once in my life


I think it·d be nice


just to lose control- just once




if I cut you down to a thing I can use


I fear there will be nothïng good left of you