The Beautiful Game

He's keeping all her text's inside his head.
He's really not her type but she doesn't want to hurt him.
She texts him every night when she's in bed.
But now she really likes this other guy, much stronger, much more manly, much more likely to hurt her so she tries.
To entice him into liking her, convince him that he wants her - he just wants what's in between her thighs.
People play this silly beautiful game with each other, it's crazy.
They don't lay it on the table just drop hints here and there, only maybes.
Subtle clues cause meddled minds and messed hearts it's part and parcel of playing.
The excitement and the thrills in the fear that you might stumble and fall.
Now she's figured out he ain't the one, that he was only using, abusing his position in the game.
Instead of learning from this, she'll just turn around and find another who will treat her just the same.
People play this silly beautiful game with each other, it's crazy.
They don't lay it on the table just drop hints here and there, only maybes.
Subtle clues cause meddled minds and messed hearts it's part and parcel of playing.
The excitement and the thrills in the fear that you might stumble and fall.
We keep playing, we keep on playing.
We keep playing, we keep on playing.
We keep playing, we keep on playing.
We keep playing, we keep on playing.
We keep playing, we keep on playing.
We keep playing, we keep on playing.