Games People Play

(album: Hits, Hits, The Don Gibson Way - 1970)

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

While they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
'Til they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
Whoa-ah

La-da-da, da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da, da-da da, da-dee
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play

Whoa, we make one another cry
Break a heart then we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
That the other was to blame

But neither one will ever give in
So we gaze at an eight by ten
Thinking 'bout the things that might have been
And it's a dirty rotten shame

La-da-da, da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da, da-da da, da-dee
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play

People walking up to you
Singing glory hallelujah, ha-ha
And they try and to sock it to you
In the name of the Lord

They're gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope, 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
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play

Look around tell me what you see?
What's happening to you and me?
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am

'Cause you've given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turn you back on humanity
And you don't give a
Da, da, da, da, da

La-da-da, da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da, da-da da, da-dee
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play
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