Fruit Machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine Puttin' in change systematically Winning streak that you had over me Has 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 skint, here's a pair of sympathies You've hit the button 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 Win, 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, boy Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy You keep playing me like a fruit machine Overstretch your generosity Thought of bandits leading you astray The little we had You've thrown it all away Go! Go! Go! Yeah, you're on a roll Go! Go! Go! Yeah, you're on a low Go! Go! Go! You find it hard to stop 'cause yeah You're running like a steam train (I like the way you do that) Where's the money? Can't hear that clinking sound. Ka-ching, ka-ching Ka-ching, ka-ching Go! You-keep-play-ing-me like-a-fruit-ma-chine You-keep-play-ing-me like-a-fruit-ma-chine You-keep-play-ing-me like-a-fruit-ma-chine You-keep-play-ing-me like-a-fruit-ma-chine Ka-ching, ka-ching, ah Ka-ching, ka-ching Ka-ching, ka-ching You find it hard to stop 'cause yeah You're running like a steam train Ka-ching, ka-ching Ka-ching, ka-ching You-keep-playing-me like-a-fruit-ma-chine