Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth's soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.
Tell them we'll be dancing, dancing 'til we drop, it's time to get down and do the Horizontal Bop.
I used her and she used me, but neither one cared, we were getting our share.
She never looks at the ring.
To a brighter light, to a promised land, you can feel the power, of the master's hand.
Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.