Fruit Machine Lyrics

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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/fruit-machine-lyrics-the-ting-tings.html ] (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