Babe, I let ya colour outside the lines
And turned a blind eye to all the signs
And you’ve taken this rubix cube of mine
And you’ve smudged all its colours
And is this the game?
And why is this the game?
That you play, babe, play, play, play
Let ya roll a die with a single face
And head on North with a South-bound pace
And you’ve replaced your hands with urgent blades
Yet you’ve hugged me all the same
And is this the game?
And why is this the game?
That you play, babe, play, play, play
Oh, that you play babe, play each day
Play away, playing me away
But now the clock’s struck the thirteenth hour
And Lord knows it’s way past the sour
And you could try to wield a marker
To re-colour this cube
Yet if truth be told, my twisted dear
There’s no amount of cavalier
That a little sweat won’t make me need ya
I’m just dead under your spell
So is this the game?
And why is this the game?
I said why is this the game?
Or is Leland right in that there’s maybe no why
So is this the game?
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