Master of the Game

Nobody owns her heart
Hers is a work of art
She holds it up to show you
In the dark, oh-oh...
No one can take her breath
She'll always have one left
She's taunting you
And everything you thought she'd be
She is and now it's haunting you

She's the storm and she's the flame
She's the spark that lights the candle
And the cloud that starts the rain
Here she is, the master of the game

She'll open every door
And leave you wanting more
She'll comfort you
But you're still not sure, oh, yeah
'Cause when she's black, she's white
And when she's wrong, the girl is right
But wait for her
'Cause if you move too fast
And don't look back
You'll be too late for her

She's the storm and she's the flame
She's the spark that lights the candle
And the cloud that starts the rain
Here she is, the master of the game

She's the master of the game, oh, yes
Such a master of the game
She's the master of the game

Nobody owns her heart
Hers is a work of art
You look for her
But what you find
Is someone in the dark
That you mistook for her

She's the storm and she's the flame
She's the spark that lights the candle
And the cloud that starts the rain
But she's not for you to own
You've always known her name, whoo!
She's the master of the game

Oh, yeah, ah-ah-ah...
Whoa, she's the storm and she's the flame
The sparks that light the candle
I want everybody to know that
She's the master of the game, yeah
She's the storm, the wind, the light, the rain
The spark that lights and candle's flame
Now, baby, nobody owns her heart
Hers is a work of art...