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THE FRUIT MACHINE

The fruit machine

Is there to be seen

With all it's flashing lights

There's a hundred pot

And you spank the slot

With passion that exites

You're at a loss

But don't give a toss

How short that tenner lasted

Reaching far

For the final bar

'cause you're a greedy bastard

Your luck has ran

But you don't give a damn

For dreams are made in heaven

A wins in sight

If you play your cards right  

So you go low on a seven

Again and again

You changed up a ten

The barman called you a crackpot

Your out of cash

On your final bash

But you've got a gamble jackpot

With mystic reels

The fruity deals

Consigning you to fate

With one last ditch

The pregnant bitch

Dishes up an eight

The fruit machine

Is there to be seen

With all it's flashing lights

There's a hundred pot

but you've spanked your lot

With passion that exites