What a wicked game you played, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do,
to let me dream of you
Don't tell me about what you meant to do
if there were intentions, we both know they weren't good
Don't tell me how it good it was, or could have been
trying to rewrite a history we both want to forget
I don't need you to remind me about how it felt;
the way you remember it
I have my own version, on continuous loop
Title and italics from Chris Isaak -Wicked game