Paul Jones [Manfred Mann's Earth Band]

In a dream it would seem
I went to those who close the open door
Turning the key, I sat and spoke to those inside of me

They answered my questions with questions
And pointed me into the night
Where the moon was a star-painted dancer
And the world was just a spectrum of light

They reached to my center of reason
And pulled on the touchstone that's there
The shock of that light had me reeling
And I fell into the depths of despair

They answered my questions with questions
And set me to stand on the brink
Where the sun and the moon were as brothers
And all that was left was to think

They answered my questions with questions
And pointed me into the night
The power that bore me had left me alone
To figure out which way was right

Verse 1:
Lover, lover why do you push, why do you push, why do you push. Baby, baby,
did you forget about me. 'Cause I've been standing in the back of your
life, back row centre just above the ice, please don't ask me how I've been
getting off.

CHORUS:
It's a fine line between pleasure and pain, you've done it once, you can do
it again, whatever you've done don't try to explain, it's a fine, fine line
between Pleasure and Pain.

Verse 2:
Sooner or later you'll find your place, find your body and you'll find your
grace. I won't ask you, how you've been getting off. No, I won't ask you
how you've been getting off.

Repeat chorus

Repeat verse 1

(Chapman/Knight)
Zomba Music Publishing Ltd.
Arista Music Inc

Well you've got your diamonds
And you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But don't play with me
'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiress
On the block in St Johns Wood
And your father be there with her
If he only could
But don't play with me
'cause you're playing with fire
You're playing with fire
Old man took her diamonds
And tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge any more


So don't play with me
'cause you're playing with fire
You're playing with fire
Well you've got your diamonds
And you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
So don't play with me
'cause you're playing with fire
You're playing with fire