[intro] The game is on, who’s gonna be the one making me feel better ? [verse] Perfect setting, perfect timing I’m all alone and they come closer hand on my shoulder they talk in a whisper one in my left ear, one in my right pledging pitiful plight this is some kind of weird rite cause what they want is me crying [pre-chorus] Rule number one hide that little glee If you want to help me Don’t show so much envy For those soothing me [chorus] One point for ice-cream One for white wine Two if you let me scream Three if you let me be mean One point for tissues One for a slice of cake You win if you sing this song with me ! [verse] Here we go, now, they’re fighting about who’s the best listener Who’s got the best ideas to make me feel better Wine thrown across the room angry shouts echoing as I’m smiling look at them fighting tooth and nail for the chance to be the better friend [pre-chorus] Rule number two be the one here first bring gifts and generic words to that pity party you threw for me [chorus] One point for ice-cream One for white wine Two if you let me scream Three if you let me be mean One point for tissues One for a slice of cake You win if you sing this song with me ! [bridge] sympathy is a bloodsport When you don’t really care about me But about who’s gonna be the best At pretending you care So fight over words and gestures Fight over who’s the nicest tonight Cause you know, Sympathy is a bloodsport [final chorus] One point for ice-cream One for white wine Two if you let me scream Three if you let me be mean One point for tissues One for a slice of cake You win if you sing this song with me
