Texty: Drew Ryan Scott. Other. Dating Game.

This story begins one evening
I was walking around with my feelings out
I was looking for time to recover
I was searching for a friend not a lover

I saw this lady coming
She hit me like a car
I wonder what she's wanting
I wonder who you are
She wanted in the picture
She wanted me to see
Everything that she needs
She wants a piece of me

On the first date, you were all in my face
On the next date, I was given a taste
And by the third date, when you said ok
Stood me up, sold me out, once again
In this dating game

I'm hanging by strings like a puppet
Controllng my ways and she loves it
She has advantage of the game she plays
And She's so scandalous in all her ways

I saw this lady coming
She hit me like a car
I wonder what she's wanting
I wonder who you are
She wanted in the picture
She wanted me to see
Everything that she needs
She wants a piece of me

On the first date, you were all in my face
On the next date, I was given a taste
And by the third date, when you said ok
Stood me up, sold me out, once again
In this dating game

It shouldn't take a science
It shouldn't take the stars
It shouldn't take a psychic
To find out where you are

You disappeared on me
What more proof do I need?
I'm done with the waiting
There's nothing left to see

On the first date, you were all in my face
On the next date, I was given a taste
And by the third date, when you said ok
Stood me up, sold me out, once again
In this dating game