Plaything

We ain't a thing
(Nothing, plaything)
(Nothing, plaything)
(Nothing, plaything)
We ain't a thing
(Nothing, plaything)
(Nothing, plaything)

Just take me with a pinch of salt
Break me, don't give a thought
Shake me to the very core
Go and play with me until you get bored

Just play with me 'til you get bored
You're taking me with a pinch of salt
Just play with me 'til you get bored
You're taking me with a pinch of salt

You, you, you, you, initiate every damn thing
I'm left to contemplate my fate
What if we ain't a thing?
And why did you begin
To try to pull me in?
It's a fait accompli

Just take me with a pinch of salt
Break me, don't give a thought
Shake me to the very core
Go and play with me until you get bored

Just play with me 'til you get bored
You're taking me with a pinch of salt
Just play with me 'til you get bored
You're taking me with a pinch of salt

I know I mean nothing to you
Still I can't bring myself to hate
I got feelings too
And the feelings true
And though I see through you
It's a fait accompli

Just take me with a pinch of salt
Break me, don't give a thought
Shake me to the very core
And play with me until you get bored

Just play with me 'til you get bored
You're taking me with a pinch of salt
You're breaking me, don't give a thought
You're shaking me to the very core
Just play with me 'til you get bored
You're taking me with a pinch of salt
You're breaking me, don't give a thought
You're shaking me to the very core

Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything

Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything

Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything
Nothing, plaything



Credits
Writer(s): Roisin Murphy, Maurice Fulton
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