You don’t remember my name
I don’t really care
Can we play the game your way?
Can I really lose control?

Just once in my life
I 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
If we play very quiet, my lamb
Mary never has to know

Just once in my life
I think it’d be nice
Just to lose control- just once

If I cut you down to a thing I can use
I fear there will be nothing good left of you