I'll play your games with your sex,
With electric shocks
Learn to let myself loose
And be the dummy in your snapshots

I'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 tan

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
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me

I'll play your games,
Mark the names with the blackest spots
If you're building me up
To be the target for your cheap shots

I'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 trash

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
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me

I'll play your games
If your aim is for the quick fix
'Cause I know what you wanted
And I know how you got it

I'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 face

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
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Chris Corner, Ian Pickering, Liam Coverdale-Howe