The Name Of The Game Lyrics

Ken Hensley The Name Of The Game

Here comes trouble In the shape of the lady She started cool but now She's coming 'round daily She's got some big ideas About being my baby It's her game with the name of love

Now she's sure pretty That I have to confess But no five-star fox Is getting me in a mess Let's buy a ring, she says Go out and get blessed It's her game and she calls it love

Rock 'n' roll rules my soul Pushing everything And everyone to one side But when it all grows old The chill's still cold When I sing with my sweet guitar It's her game and she calls it love

Rock 'n' roll rules my soul Pushing everything And everyone to one side But when it all grows old The chill's still cold When I sing with my sweet guitar