Moth to the Flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a, a

He's that kinda man, mama

I should know better than to take your love letters to heart

When the game's already lost before it starts

Hope hides inside a cliche

Like a nod of understanding

From the power who first felt this way

How can I turn away?

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a, a

He's that kinda man, mama

But every little pull at the end of the golden rope

Fills my foolish heart with foolish hope

That maybe you might feel the same

As if feeling the same was the name of the game

The name of the game

I shouldn't be playing

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a, a

He's that kinda man, mama

Close enough, close enough

Close enough to you, I can't get

Close enough, close enough

Close enough to you, I can't get

Close enough, close enough

Close enough to you, I can't get

I shouldn't be playing

Close enough, close enough

Close enough to you, I can't get

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a moth to the flame

I can't help it I'm a, a

Close enough, close enough

Close enough to you, I can't get

Close enough, close enough

Close enough to you, I can't get

Close enough, close enough

Close enough to you, I can't get

Close enough, close enough

Close enough to you, I can't get

He's that kinda man, mama

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