"Wicked Game" lyrics
"Wicked Game"
(originally by Chris Isaak)
Room was on fire
No one can save me, but you
Strange what desire make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
And I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love again with you
This song is only gonna break your heart
This song is only gonna break your heart
Room was on fire
No one can save me, but you
Strange what desire make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
And I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love again with you
Thanks to Darcy Reddin for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Chris Isaak
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