"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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