Bing Crosby
"Playing With Fire"

I'm playing with fire.
I'm gonna get burned.
I know it, but what can I do?

I know my heart must be content to go,
Where it is sent although,
I may repent when I'm through.

I'm playing with fire.
I'm gonna get burned,
While merry-go-rounding with you,
But I'd go for my ride
With my eyes open wide.
I'm playing with fire.
I know it, but what can I do?

I've heard about you, each word about you,
That everyone has spoken,
And from the things I hear,
I should be careful, dear.

They come and find me and then remind me
of all the hearts you've broken.
But I'm in love with you,
So what am I to do?