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