Fruit Machine (Bimbo Jones Radio Edit)
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
The clinking round
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
The clinking round
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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compositores: JULES DE MARTINO, KATIE WHITE
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