Fruit Machine (Bimbo Jones Remix)

作词:Katie White,Julian De Martino

作曲:Julian De Martino,Katie White

所属专辑:Fruit Machine

歌词

Fruit Machine (Bimbo Jones Remix) - The Ting Tings

作词:Julian De Martino/Katie White

作曲:Julian De Martino/Katie White

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

Puttin' in change systematically

Winning streak that you had over me

It's 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 out of synch

Now 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

Well 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

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

Overstretch your generosity

For our band

It's leading you astray

The little we had

You've thrown it all away

Go Go Go(Yeah you're on a role)

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

Go Go Go

You find it hard to stop it yeah

You're running like a steam train

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You find it hard to stop it yeah

You're running like a steam train

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

Puttin' in change systematically

Winning streak that you had over me

It's 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 out of synch

Now your skin is a pair of sympathies

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine

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