Theatre of Tragedy "Play" lyrics

Play

She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sitsMaking chit-chat, this and that, from the bitsConsumed, perfumed, detracts the room despiteGlowing, knowing she can head for the limelight

She's too rich for her menShe won't stay, what a shame, a shameShe won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game, a shame

Tricky repertoireWords flying 'roundPicky seminarBound to be drowned in the sound

Sticky shirt and tiePlay bottoms up in the barIcky, fly guy whyShe's nastier by far

It's appeasing how she wanna flaunt her furHis mind's but a blur, oh dearHe's derailing from his train of thoughtDoing not what he ought and was taught

He's trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stickSomeone must have gone click, click, click, clickCan't see what's new, he doesn't have a clueOf what to do with the woman he thought that he knew

She's too rich for her menShe won't stay, what a shame, a shameShe won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game, a shame

Tricky repertoireWords flying 'roundPicky seminar

Sticky shirt and tiePlay bottoms up in the barIcky, fly guy why

She's too rich for her menShe won't stay, what a shame, a shameShe won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game, a shame

She's too rich for her menShe won't stay, what a shame, a shameShe won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game, a shame

Here one can find the lyrics of the song Play by Theatre of Tragedy. Or Play poem lyrics. Theatre of Tragedy Play text.