Misdemeanor Your Games
You wanna know how I feel Well, here I go Fed up with your games And all that will follow We make the plans To meet up together You don't show up Well, you say it's the weather Your games are getting me down Yeah, it really sucks How you play me Your games are getting me bummed Why must you betray me? Well, the time has come To tell you everything I don't like the way you Step all over me You treat me like a Tiny, little play toy You got me whipped Like a fat, little school boy Your games are making me mad Yeah, It's just not right How you use me Your games are screwing me up Yeah, what do you think? That they amuse me? I'm giving thought into Thinking of leaving I'm not liking the way I've been treaten You talk to me like I need no respectin' Hey, I'm just human I need some affection Your games are getting me down Yeah, it really sucks How you play me your games are getting me bummed Why must you betray me? Why must you betray me? Yeah, why do you betray me? Your games suck.
