fruit machine
ting tings, the
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
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
i don't think so my foolish boy
watch the next one taking all the joy
where's the money? can't hear that clinking
you keep playing me like a fruit macine
overstretch your generosity
thought of bandits leading you astray
you've thrown it all away
you find it hard to stop now
you're running like a steam train
oh i like the way that you do that
you keep playing me like a fruit machine