Tekstovi: Uriah Heep. Name of The Game.

Here comes trouble in the shape of a lady
She started cool but now she's coming around 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, ?Let's go and get blessed?
It's her game and she calls it love

Rock and roll rules my soul
Pushing everything and everyone to one side
But when all grows old, chills still cold
When I sing with my sweet guitar
When I sing with my sweet, my sweet guitar

Don't waste your tears on me, go cry in the river
What you need, I ain't about to deliver
I'm my own man and that's how I'm gonna stay
'Cause music is the name of the game

Rock and roll rules my soul
Pushing everything and everyone to one side
But when all grows old, chills still cold
While I sing with my sweet guitar
While I sing with my sweet, my sweet guitar