Ken Hensley - The Name of the Game lyrics

Here comes trouble in the shape of a lady She started cool but now she's coming 'round daily She's got some big ideas about being my baby It's her game with the name of love Now she's sure pretty that I have to confess But no five-star fox is getting me in a mess "Let's buy a ring, - she says. - Go out and get blessed" It's her game and she calls it love Rock 'n' roll rules my soul Pushing everything and everyone to one side But when it all grows old The chill's still cold When I sing with my sweet guitar When I sing with my sweet guitar Rock 'n' roll rules my soul Pushing everything and everyone to one side But when it all grows old The chill's still cold When I sing with my sweet guitar When I sing with my sweet guitar When I sing with my sweet guitar...