I'm Playing With Fire
I've heard about you
Each word about you
That everyone has spoken
And from the things I hear
I should be careful, dear
They come and find me
And then remind me
Of all the hearts you've broken
But I'm in love with you
So what am I to do?
I'm playing with fire
I'm gonna get burned
I know it, but what can I do?
I know my heart must be content to go
Where it is sent, although
I may repent when I'm through
But what can I do?
I'm playing with fire
I'm gonna get burned
While merry-go-rounding with you
But I go for my ride
With my eyes open wide
I'm playing with fire
I know it, but what can I do
Writer/s: Irving Berlin
