It's all a game now,

a game where I'm the fleeing pawn;

And you the foreboding rook.

Not exactly dangerous,

Unless I forget to look.

Or a game where I'm the robber,

Stealing glances and smiles while your not watching,

And you'll be the bad cop,

Interrogating and punishing me for my sinful crimes.

Or maybe if I'm good we could play another game,

One that I'm sure I'll win.