Don Williams. Borrowed Tales. Games People Play. Zeneszám

Oh the games people play now, every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now, never saying what they mean

They just wile away the hours, In their ivory towers
?Til they?re covered up with flowers, In the back of a black limousine

La da da, da da da, da da
La da da, da da da, da dee
I?m talking ?bout you and me
And the games people play

Oh we make one another cry,
Break our heart when we say good-bye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
Bet the other was to blame

Neither one ever give an inch
So we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinking ?bout the things that might of been
And its a dirty rotten shame

People walking up to you, Singing glory Hallelujah!
And their trying? to sock it to you, In the name of the Lord

There gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope and cheat your fate
And furthermore to hell with hate
Come on get on board

La da da, da da da, da da
La da da, da da da, da dee
I?m talking ?bout you and me
And the games people play

Well look around and tell me what you see
What?s a happening to you and me