For The Thrill Of It

I know I play the fool
You said you can’t compare
He’s not as good as me,
So I don’t fucking care.
So start over again
‘Cause she made her choice
and it ain’t you, my friend.

Fuck she looks good in the morning sun,
She doesn’t belong to anyone

She gets dressed and crosses herself again
(for the thrill of it, for the thrill of it)
I’ll make the rules to come back
And come and swinging

And she is done with sex
If it isn’t with him.
(For the thrill of it, for the thrill of it)
So give me twenty to life

And every day I pay for regret
with these marks on arms
I was worth to come an end
Forgive my shallow soul
She looks with wild eyes
And my story is told

I’m scared of letting go
I’m scared of keeping in
she is the fucking cure
and she’s my everything

But it all might rest
I don’t mind
this is my word
nothing less to confess

Fuck she looks good in the morning sun
she doesn’t belong to anyone

She gets dressed and crosses herself again
(For the thrill of it, for the thrill of it)
I’ll make the rules to come back
And come and swinging.

And she is done with sex
If it isn’t with him.
(For the thrill of it, for the thrill of it)
So give me twenty to life

She gets dressed and crosses herself again
(For the thrill of it, for the thrill of it)
I’ll make the rules to come back
And come and swinging.

And she is done with sex
if it isn’t with him.
(for the thrill of it, for the thrill of it)
so give me twenty to life.

She gets dressed and crosses herself again
(for the thrill of it, for the thrill of it)
I’ll make the rules to come back
And come and swinging.

And she is done with sex
If it isn’t with him.
(For the thrill of it, for the thrill of it)
So give me twenty to life
So give me twenty to life
So give me twenty to life