It was just a game
And they say there’s no shame
In being candid
With love
The white stork came
And no one to blame
But myself
Or was it her
She squeezed my heart for love
Like you would an orange for juice
With a spiked S&M glove
Until I begged for a truce
So I sent her my heart
In a box
With a label on it
This side up
This side up, it’s fragile
This side up
This side up, it can break you know
Copyright 2012. Words and music by F.N. de Boer
