Honey, they don’t fix love on TV.
I never give, you only ask, we’ve nothing left to share…
Funny, we don’t even seem to care.
So, I believe I have to go
To somebody else’s show,
To somebody else’s stage,
Where I can play
All my stupid games of love
And she’ll take me high above,
Where my fears turn into endless kisses…
I’ve been your puppet, been your friend, I’ve been your backstage door. I was your best supporting act, can’t play no more. I’ve given up my friends, my life, my everything for u.
But I am no good,
You need a love manager
With Armani suits…
He should troubleshoot
The cause of your love
I am just no good
So I’ll set myself free,
Watch me baby!
So, I really need to say goodbye!
Do not even dare to cry!
You just killed our love, don’t look into my eyes!
Don’t believe in „coming backs”!
Good old times or casual sex!
Somewhere, in this world, I’ll find
The girl who dreams to take me high…
Now, I’m so sure I got to go
for somebody else’s show,
To somebody else’s stage
Where I can play my games of love.
She’s gonna help me through the night,
She’s gonna be the morning light,
She’s gonna teach me all her crazy little games of love…
I leave our bed for two because I badly need some love…