the only one
lose controlyou don't remember my name.
ı don't really care.
can we play the game your way?
can ı really lose control?
just once in my life,
ı think it'd be nice,
just to lose control, just once,
with all the pretty flowers in the dust.
mary had a lamb.
his eyes black as coals.
ıf we play very quiet, my lamb,
mary never has to know.
just once in my life,
ı think it'd be nice,
just to lose control, just once.
ıf ı cut you down to a thing ı can use,
ı fear there will be nothing good left of you.
