Game On! (From Footballers' Wives the Musical)

Something else to dump in the wheelie
And don't let her out 'til I tell you

Shit!

So that's your move?
That's your play?
What does it prove?
What did I say?
Re-wind
Re-wind
Hmm-mm-mmm
No it's fine
I'm fine

Nothing conclusive
Nothing much use if you fail to produce
A reliable witness
Truth is she's scared and confused
Any jury would question her fitness

But for extra insurance
It's best I eliminate her from the scene
Put her somewhere that's safe and secure
No more playing your go-between

You sent her to spy in my house?
Tried to corner a cat with a mouse?
You just lit the fuse on a dangerous bomb
Game on!
Game on!
Game on!

But first a signed affidavit
In which she will say
It was you who forced her
You woke up like a demon
She couldn't believe what a monster you were

Then you paid for her silence
And threatened her violence unless she obeyed
And after her trauma
Well I doubt the poor woman will ever be normal again

Now she's gone into hiding
So what have you got?
Up to you to decide
If it's worth it or not

Anything else that you think you remember
Will just be your word against mine
You're a drunk who's come out of a coma, remember
It's you
And not me
On the line

That's my move
That's my play
Out-manoeuvring you
Outta my way

I'll say, Frank
Basically, thanks
I'm off the hook
It's been tough keeping up this pretence
Trying to look like I'd fancy
A relic like you
No offence, yeah?
But time to talk sense
Yeah?

So cards on the table now let's call it quits?
Then we both walk away and forget all of this

You and Nurse Ugly
Is your little secret
And nobody else needs to know
Wipe the slate clean
And that's how we can keep it
The end
Of the show
Let it go

That's my move
That's my play
I'm the future
And you've had your day

Game on!
Game on!
Game on!