You don't remember my name. I don't really care. Can we play the game your way?. Can I really lose control?. Just once in my life. I think it'd be nice. Just to lose control just once. With all the pretty flowers in the dust. Mary had a lamb. His eyes black as coals. If we play very quiet my lamb. Mary never has to know. Just once in my life. I think it'd be nice. Just to lose control just once. If I cut you down to a thing I can use. I fear there will be nothing good left of you