12 November 2012

With your fingers So warm and touching With your hands So tightly clutching

You keep me close For hours all told Turning me on With my button you hold

It all goes well Until you lose control Blaming me For a death or goal

Then I'm dropped I hit the floor Or I'm thrown Against the wall

But you forgive And I soon forget And it's back to Pro We've goals to get

Or it's back to Ops To get revenge There's enemies With kill streaks to end

Through the night We go on Just an Xbox controller And a man having fun

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