You used to call me up from time to time, and it would be so hard for me not to cross the line. The words of love layed on my lips just like a curse, and I knew, oh yes i knew, they’d only make it worse. And now you have the nerve to play along, just like the maestro beats in a song. You got your kicks, you get your kicks, from playing me. And the less you give the more i want so foolishly.
Duffy | Stepping Stone
