• It's a sin with a name,
    Like a hand in a flame,
    And our senses proclaim,
    This is a dangerous game.

    But common sense is gone,
    And this sin will continue on,
    Like a flame lit until dawn,
    This game played with Satan’s spawn.

    This delightful sin,
    How it gets under your skin,
    With its wicked grin
    It’ll take you for a spin.

    The burning sensation,
    The flaming temptation,
    The hopeless desperation,
    It’ll pick the location.

    The way our senses heighten,
    And how our grips tighten,
    For the pressure to suddenly lighten,
    For the day to brighten.

    That is the dangerous game we play,
    With a hefty price to pay,
    But let’s put it off for another day,
    And play again today.