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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