Love is a game, love is a game
But I've never enjoyed playing any sort of game
I hate round objects flying at my head
In seventh grade, I convinced the principa
L to let me count bat mitzvah prep as my phys ed
In games you can get hurt, in games you can get bruised
In order for a victory, someone else must lose
And it's a sign of weakness just to throw in the towel
People hate when you play dirty, which I think is called a foul?
If love's a game, if love's a game
Then in forfeiting, I find no shame
This whole thing is a powder keg
I have no choice but to cancel on Greg?
