Lyrics

He's a player, he could rule the day,
I might rue the day, he's like so vain
He doesn't know this song's about him
But it ain't about him anyway...

Love me a player, hate to get played
Love a Don Draper pocket square blade
Cruising the coast, convertible day
Caviar, oysters, lots of champagne
Little bit later, like to get laid
Morning comes, nothing to say
Short on attention, long on disdain
Love a player, hate to get...

Played like a sad song
Played like a sad song, not again

He's a player, we could steal away
But he's one deal away, he's like so frayed
Hustle every minute of the day
Keep the real feelings at bay, far away

Love me a player, hate to get played
Love a Don Draper pocket square blade
Jet to the islands, jet to LA
So many jets and so many plays
Little bit later, like to get laid
Morning comes, nothing to say
Short on attention, long on disdain
Love a player hate to get...

Played like a sad song
Played like a sad song, not again

Next time, I might get it right
The play is mine

I'm a player and I rule my world
Ain't a girl, power from pain
End of the day, I hold my own reign
I came to play, and I'm game
Nobody's mark, and nobody's prey
I'm standing tall, and no one gets...

Played like a sad song
Played like a sad song, not again
Hate to get played like a sad song
Played like a sad song, not again

Little bit later, like to get laid
Morning comes and nothing to say
Love a Don Draper pocket square blade
He knows a guy, we don't have to wait
Short on attention, long on disdain
Love me a player, hate to get played