Ayla Brown Playin' With Fire
I saw you walkin down 5th on Friday hand in hand with a
red head
Did she find her way into your bed?
But all I know is that you kissed her in the backseat
I had enough so I had to leave
But the thought kept running through my mind all night
I’m not the kinda girl who follows your terms now you
have a lesson to learn
So don’t mess with me cuz I can be a matchstick dripped
in keroscene
Baby all I need is one good reason to strike it up and
brand you a liar
Oh boy when you’re playing with me
You’re playing with fire
What was it like when you had your way with Ginger?
Did she take control like I do? And if you had a choice
who would you choose?
As a matter of fact I don’t care you’re wasting my time
I’m wasting my air
I’m not the kind girl who follows your terms now you have
a lesson to learn
Chorus
