| Been so hard to pretend
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| I don’t want you
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| I can’t tear myself away
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| I like the danger
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| All that I know is that I always seem to fall in love with gangsters (gangsters)
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| I try watching my step, but I always seem to fall in love with gangsters (uh-oh)
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| They won’t let go, I have no control
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| And if I go, they’ll lose control
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| You don’t want to see that side of me
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| So easy to believe that we all can resist the bad
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| But the bad is always the thing that calls my name the loudest
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| And when the bad looks good all dressed up in his Sunday look
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| My eyes lock in, my heart gives in, and it starts all over again
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| I could just look away, I would be okay
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| Not everyday is a happy day
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| When the one you love is playing games
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| With the boys club, and there’s always so much at stake
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| And when he comes home, and he shouts
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| Maybe I should turn and walk out
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| But with a face like his, it keeps me rooted to the ground
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| If I could just turn away, and then I would be okay
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| But it’s so hard to pretend I don’t want you
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| I can’t tear myself away, (ooh)
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| I like — I like — I like the danger |