You like to dress up in fancy clothes
and you like to go out at night
You like the stock room to powder your nose
and you like the electric lights
I’m sick of losing sleep
sick of these bruises on my feet
I don’t wanna lose you to the weekend street
you play an ugly game.
You like me to buy you that pink champagne
and you like to think it ain’t got a price
You like to know everybody’s name
and you like pretending that they’re all nice
I’m sick of watching my back
sick of falling behind the pack
I’m sick of wondering just where you’re at
you play an ugly game.
God damn you play an ugly game!
You like when strangers watch you dance
you like to breathe the smoke in the air
You like the timbre of a dark romance
you like its whisper in your hair
I’m sick of chasing you down
sick of you draggin’ my name in the ground
I’m sick of feeling heart string bound
you play an ugly game.
God damn you play an ugly game!
Babe, you play an ugly game.