Games
I should have kept my cover
My tower of cards that grew
But then you'd push me over
And I'd fall under you
I read your twisted stories
But still spoke with you for hours
Changed the rules to make believe
You just wanted power
Remember you never showed up at my place
When I waited around by the phone all day
Well I got sick of all your childish games
Remember the promises that you would change
But everyday was still the same
And I got sick of all your childish games
Throwing stones across the lake
Hope to never hit a thing
You put down your poker face
Just to humor me
That summer night I slipped in
The TV didn't work
Your cold kiss on my skin
I said "not yet I'm just a girl"
Remember you never showed up at my place
When I waited around by the phone all day
Well I got sick of all your childish games
Remember the promises that you would change
But everyday was still the same
And I got sick of all your childish games
Last time that you lied to me
Little girl stood there crying
Would not let you drop her hand
If I could I'd make her see and...
Last time that you lied to me
Little girl stood there crying
Would not let you drop her hand
If I could I'd...
Remember you never showed up at my place
When I waited around by the phone all day
Well I got sick of all your childish games
Remember the promises that you would change
But everyday was still the same
And I got sick of all your childish games
My tower of cards that grew
But then you'd push me over
And I'd fall under you
I read your twisted stories
But still spoke with you for hours
Changed the rules to make believe
You just wanted power
Remember you never showed up at my place
When I waited around by the phone all day
Well I got sick of all your childish games
Remember the promises that you would change
But everyday was still the same
And I got sick of all your childish games
Throwing stones across the lake
Hope to never hit a thing
You put down your poker face
Just to humor me
That summer night I slipped in
The TV didn't work
Your cold kiss on my skin
I said "not yet I'm just a girl"
Remember you never showed up at my place
When I waited around by the phone all day
Well I got sick of all your childish games
Remember the promises that you would change
But everyday was still the same
And I got sick of all your childish games
Last time that you lied to me
Little girl stood there crying
Would not let you drop her hand
If I could I'd make her see and...
Last time that you lied to me
Little girl stood there crying
Would not let you drop her hand
If I could I'd...
Remember you never showed up at my place
When I waited around by the phone all day
Well I got sick of all your childish games
Remember the promises that you would change
But everyday was still the same
And I got sick of all your childish games
Credits
Writer(s): Eloise Granville
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