take too long, you could be too late This time I'm playing to win This time I'm playing to win This time I'm playing to win This time I'm playing to win
This time I'm playing to win This time I'm playing to win You know that I'm [Incomprehensible] to win This time I'm playing to win This time I'm playing to win
Translation: John Farnham. Playing To Win.
Translation: Little River Band. Playing To Win.
(That's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (Danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (Danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (That'
I can't control the situation That is running rampant in my life It would be easier If I could hold you one more time So lost without you But what else
you're out, sometimes you're in This is how it goes, now we're gonna play to win Play to win, play to win Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win This
must play? Play to win. Play to win. And don't give in. Don't give in. Don't you know you must play, play, just play, just play to win? Come on you're
Play to win, city club land, theater, dockland Empty house, no audience Smiles of fortune, no man master Play to win and break the bank, play to win
Hey baby, it's you again If you're gonna play, you've got to play to win Hey baby, the time is right Only tonight he's out of sight I know it's you,
babe, it ain't okay No, you cannot win if you do not play You cannot win if you do not play And you cannot win if you do not play [Incomprehensible
(Strummer/Rhodes) Spoken Voice: Hey wotcha! (??) piranah Joe: Yup and the piranah got it V: Yeah, well if it's hooligan you want J: We British will
like I gotta get away, get away, get away better know that I don't and I won't ever stop cause you know I gotta win everyday day, goooo see they
Monroe's colossal nose Was bigger than Pinocchio's John Quincy Adams was number six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play
You see right through me How do you do that shit? x3 How do you x5 You let me win You let me ride You let me rock You let me slide And when they looking
dirty dancer Never ever lonely She's a dirty, dirty dancer, dirty, dirty dancer You'll never be her only It's a game that she plays She can win with
number from her cellphone You said we were meant to be Now this obsession is killing me Until I have a heart attack I'll keep on trying to win you back
to my own song getting buzzed And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy The radio's playing
