Fruit Machine The Ting Tings

[Verse 1]
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 you're skint, here's a pair of sympathies

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy
Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy
Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy
Ka-ching, ka-ching, boy