All fun and games

Lyrics:

© WanHu
Hot damn, I’m pretty, but I’m not the thinking kind
They say you can grow tired of the things that you desire
Well, then, you won’t tire of my mind

I’ve got no nitty gritty, no guts or moral worth
But my father owns ‘bout 2% of all the real estate on earth

I deal in cloaked finances. I count by sense of smell
I’ve learned to take my chances and I’m taking yours as well

I’ve been a young man I’ve been a young man for so long
I thought I knew what I was doing; I knew what I was doing
But I must have been doing it wrong

There’s a corner of my mind; a tiny corner of my tiny mind
That knows that you don’t want me; you’re just trying to be kind

Hot damn, I’m pretty, but I’m not the thinking kind
They say you can grow tired of the things that you desire
Well, then, you won’t tire of my mind

You’d think by now I’d know; you’d think by now I’d know what’s going on

But it’s all fun and games until; yes it’s all fun and games until someone loses an ipod.

Copyright W Ian Young (WanHu) October 2016