Playing With Fire

When I met her I knew she was fire She was way too hot for me to hold There I hovered within her orbit If I stayed close I wouldn't be cold She captured my imagination A long legged beauty beyond compare All her curves in the right places A pretty face with long flowing hair Pappa said I shouldn't play with fire Otherwise I would surely be burned The day I finally found my courage I received this scar that I have earned The thing about a beautiful woman She gets hit on almost every day The heat that I felt was turned to ice She turned around and walked away At seventeen, I was way too young I was like a moth caught in her flame When it came to playing with fire I didn't know the rules to the game