Fruit Machine - The Ting Tings

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

Ka-ching Ka-ching

Ka-ching Ka-ching

Ka-ching Ka-ching

Ka-ching Ka-ching

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

Oh I like the way that you do that

Where's the money

Can't hear that clinking sound

Ka-ching Ka-ching

Ka-ching Ka-ching

Go

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Ker-ching Ker-ching oh

Ker-ching Ker-ching

Ker-ching Ker-ching

Oh you find it hard to stop it yeah

You're running like a steam train

Ker-ching Ker-ching

Ker-ching Ker-ching

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