I'll play your games with your sex,
With electric shocks
Learn to let myself loose
And be the dummy in your snapshotsI'll play your games
Learn to get on with your backward fans
Stick my body in the sun
And help to get rid of the white tanAnd maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of meI'll play your games,
Mark the names with the blackest spots
If you're building me up
To be the target for your cheap shotsI'll play your games
Keep a blind eye on the main chance
Strip my body of its skin
And try to cancel out the white trashAnd maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of meI'll play your games
If your aim is for the quick fix
'Cause I know what you wanted
And I know how you got itI'll play your games
If you play out in the fast lane
Learn to jump into the road
And hope to save a little lost faceAnd maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
Songwriters
DEJESUS, RICK / FREDERICKSON, MARTIPublished by
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