The Name of the Game
Ken Hensley
Here comes trouble in the shape of a lady
She started cool but now she's coming 'round daily
She's got some big ideas about being my baby
It's her game with the name of love
Now she's sure pretty that I have to confess
But no five-star fox is getting me in a mess
"Let's buy a ring, - she says. - Go out and get blessed"
It's her game and she calls it love
Rock 'n' roll rules my soul
Pushing everything and everyone to one side
But when it all grows old
The chill's still cold
When I sing with my sweet guitar
When I sing with my sweet guitar
Rock 'n' roll rules my soul
Pushing everything and everyone to one side
But when it all grows old
The chill's still cold
When I sing with my sweet guitar
When I sing with my sweet guitar
When I sing with my sweet guitar...