Fruit Machine Lyrics

The Ting Tings

You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Putting in change systematically
Winning streak that you had over me
Has turned into your broken tragedy

Turn your pockets out onto the street
Now you see you've spent it all on me
You see my true colours and i sing
Your skin is a pair of sympathies

You've hit the bottom one hundred times before
Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more
You thought you could turn and walk away
Taking chances that weren't yours to take
Win, I don't think so my foolish boy
Watch the next one taking all the joy
Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around
Where's the money? Can't hear that clinking sound

Ka-ching, Ka-ching boy
Ka-ching, Ka-ching boy
Ka-ching, Ka-ching boy
Ka-ching, Ka-ching boy

You keep playing me like a fruit macine
Overstretch your generosity
Thought of bandits leading you astray
The little we had, you've thrown it all away

Go! Go! Go! (Yeah you're on a roll)
Go! Go! Go! (Yeah you're on a low)
Go! Go! Go! Go!

You find it hard to stop now
You're running like a steam train
Oh I like the way that you do that

Ka-ching, Ka-ching
Ka-ching, Ka-ching

You keep playing me like a fruit machine x4

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