اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
These days, I'm not goin'
See, the comfort I tried to shake's only growin'
I don't know which way to play these cards I'm always holdin'
I thought by givin' my hand a break, I would know then
Burn me once, shame on you
Burn me twice and the blame walks free
You thought it'd be nice to hold the ice I can see
And if you burn me three times, then the blame's on me
You see, my heart's been open
What once was a place for all those fickle boys to leave, a hole in
But I've met a good man and all I want is to hold him
Close to my chest, much like these cards it feels like I'm foldin'
Burn me once, shame on you
Burn me twice and the blame walks free
You thought it'd be nice to hold the ice I can see
And if you burn me three times, then the blame's on me
Burn me once, shame on you
Burn me twice and the blame walks free
You thought it'd be nice to hold the ice I can see
And if you burn me three times, then the blame's on me
And if you burn me three times, then the blame's on me
