The Lover's Arcade Lyrics

You go out on a Saturday night

Looking to pick a fight

The only thing you succeed in

Is looking like a fucking tyke

Is this the sort of creature you really want her to see?

And it's another miserable lunch

You wonder if you're the pick of the bunch

Every time you play the Teddy Picker

You seem to pull out the scum

Is this the sort of creature you really want her to see?

And the love arcade plays the odds

You're next in line

You should try

You meet late on a Tuesday night

The rain forces you inside

As you try to play little tricks on your brain

Because you're trying to hide

The fact you might be falling in love sooner than you liked

And the touch of her hand sends shivers

Down to the tips of your toes

Like when the lightning strikes

Or the twist meets the turn

The touch of her lips is like the fog lifted by the morning sun

The love arcade plays the odds

You're next in line

You should try

You think you're so daft for playing

But he gave you the dime

You think you're so daft for playing

But he gave you the dime