Fruit Machine Lyrics

by 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

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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