Giving me the silent treatment As we played musical chairs You showed me just what defeat meant Filling in those dots and squares Shining like I'd just been lacquered Oiling myself down to dive Showing me the judge's placard Giving me a 5.5 I don't need a drinking game to know I'm being played with And I don't like the bitters that you've spiked my lemonade with Sitting on my lap at a party Naming things that we've never done You can hardly come up with any I can only concentrate on one Helping you back up the stairwell Wiping off your foamy mouth Bidding you the fondest farewell Holding out for one last hug Wondering who can stand the longest At your dormitory door Wait until you speak the strongest Word I've got a weakness for But I don't need a drinking game to know I'm being played with And I don't like the bitters that you've spiked my lemonade with I don't need a drinking game to know I'm being toyed with And I won't be the chaser your revenge is best enjoyed with Best enjoyed with Best enjoyed with Best enjoyed with