Moth to the Flame

I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a- (He's that kind of man, mama) I should know better than to take your love letters to heart When the game's already lost before it starts Hope hides inside the cliché Like a nod of understanding From the poet who first felt this way How can I turn away? I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a- (He's that kind of man, mama) But every little pull at the end of the golden rope Fills my foolish heart with foolish hope That maybe you might feel the same As if feeling the same was the name of the game The name of the game I shouldn't be playing I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (fla-ame) I can't help it, I'm a- (He's that kind of man, mama) Close enough, close enough Close enough to you, I can't get Close enough, close enough Close enough to you, I can't get Close enough, close enough Close enough to you, I can't get I shouldn't be playing Yay, yeah, yay I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (ooh, I'm a moth to the flame) I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (to the flame) I can't help it, I'm a moth to the flame (moth to the flame) I can't help it, I'm a (I'm a m-m-m-moth) Close enough, close enough Close enough to you, I can't get Close enough, close enough Close enough to you, I can't get Close enough, close enough Close enough to you, I can't get Close enough, close enough Close enough to you, I can't get (ooh, ooh) (He's that kind of man, mama)