Fruit Machine — The Ting Tings

You keep playing me like a fruit machine Putting 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 colors out of sync 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

When 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?

Kerching kerching boy Kerching kerching boy Kerching kerching boy Kerching kerching boy

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 kerching kerching boy (yeah you're on a roll) Go go kerching kerching boy (yeah you're on a low) Go go kerching kerching boy

You find it hard to stop it yeah You're running like a steam train I like the way that you do that Where's the money can't hear that clinking sound?

Kerching kerching boy Kerching kerching boy Kerching kerching boy Kerching kerching boy

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

Kerching kerching Kerching kerching Kerching kerching

You find it hard to stop it yeah You're running like a steam train

Kerching kerching Kerching kerching You keep playing me like a fruit machine