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lyrics
"Playboy"
Playboys always fall for a girl like me,
Shaken on rocks like cold whisky.
I’ll get in your fancy car let you drive me home
You might leave the bar a star, you can’t steal the show.
Playboy.
My phone rings off the hook.
I read you like an open book.
You talk and talk and talk about
True love everlasting.
Trying to sell me leather but I’d rather have your plastic.
Playboy
Hey, boy I’ll let you pay boy
You shoulda known from the start
Hey boy, no matter what you say boy
I won’t let you near my heart
But don’t you take that money to the grave
Every player needs a game to play, boy.
I don’t want your diamond ring,
but I love Paris in the spring.
You take me to a broadway show,
breakfast in the morning.
We don’t have to sit front row but you sure can afford it.
Playboy.
Hey boy I’ll let you pay boy.
You shoulda known rom the start
Hey boy no matter what you say boy
I won’t let you near my heart
But don’t you take that money to the grave
Every player needs a game to play boy
Don’t you think I’m worth the price?
Come on baby roll the dice.
Hey boy I’ll let you pay boy
You shoulda known from the start
Hey boy, no matter what you say boy
I won’t let you near my heart.
But don’t you take that money to the grave
Every player needs a game to play, boy.
Playboy.
credits
from Charlie Marie - EP,
released May 3, 2019
The Band:
Charlie Marie - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Brendan Malone - Bass
Ryan Keith - Keys
Andy Gibson - Pedal Steel
John Mctigue - Drums
Brian McKinnon - Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Production:
Ben Klise - Engineered & Mixed
Andrew Darby - Mastered
Owen Filion - Photography
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