It's A Love/Hate Thing

It’s a Love/Hate Thing

When someone wants me
I start to run.
I don’t know why,
But then they’re no fun.

The thrill of the chase
And love of the game,
Are what keep me going;
What keep me sane.

Cause whipped men are boring,
They bend to your will.
I need someone different;
A heart that stays still.

Or maybe a man
With a heart of pure stone
Will stay in my chest,
So I’m never alone.