The Game - Mayer Hawthorne

The type of beauty that stands out in a crowd

Leaving you alone I’ve only got myself to blame

But I can’t hate the player

Just for playing the game

Just for playing the game

In California they kill over a glance

How could he know that he never stood a chance

Leaving you alone I’ve only got myself to blame

But I can’t hate the player

Just for playing the game

Just for playing the game

Just for playing the game

Anybody would do the same

Leaving you alone I’ve only got myself to blame

But I can’t hate the player

Just for playing the game

Just for playing the game