Alex Ratner, Christine Ebersole, Kerstin Anderson - Skin in the Game Lyrics

Brocade, that would do
Cloth of gold might go better with the jade
Yes, it's true
But the fabric isn't new
Silk is good
If it's laced
If it's not, have it fitted
Understood
Not too chaste
And make sure to cinch the waist
You can tie the belt to reinforce its shape
Silk is fit to be tied
Let the hens and cows lace up their corsets
You've got nothing to hide
When you decide to play a woman's game of thrones
You learn what to use
Every event, a competition of collarbones
You win or you lose
So you choose the material, the shade, the touch
Not too thick and not too much
Or it hides your frame
Don't go undressed
But might I suggest
You never underestimate your
Skin in the game
The goldsmith, for one
His apprentice is fond of me, I'm told
Oh, how fun
Have you met the banker's son?
He's obscene
Now, be smart
I suppose, if his father knows the queen
Win his heart
Popularity's an art
There are men you need, and men you need to watch
Sort the wheat from the chaff
So the trick is knowing who'd proceed to
Campaign on my behalf
Just for a laugh, I'll try a woman's game of thrones
I'm ready to play
Watch where you step, you mustn't trip on the stepping stones
That lie in your way
Every day is another opportunity
One more shot at history
I can stake my claim
Life is too short
There's people to court
And gaining their support will give me
Skin in the game
Proper ladies need skin in the game
Of laying foundations
Skin in the game
Of husband and wife
Skin in the game
Of public relations
Skin in the game of life
It's who you know, what you say, how you dress
That makes you stronger than a lioness
I don't know about that
My dear, there's always been more than one way
To skin a cat
You've got the mind to win a woman's game of thrones
And that's what it takes
Power belongs in any kingdom to she who owns
The bed that she makes
Serve the cakes, ring the wedding bells and blow the horns
For the queen-to-be and Queen of Thorns
Time to earn the name
We play to win
With what lies within
There's plenty more than skin providing
Skin in the game
Proper ladies need skin in the game
Of womanly virtue
Skin in the game
Of building rapport
Skin in the game
Let no besmirch you
For wanting more
Wanting more than skin in the game
Of love and war!

Brocade, that would do
Cloth of gold might go better with the jade
Yes, it's true
But the fabric isn't new
Silk is good
If it's laced
If it's not, have it fitted
Understood
Not too chaste
And make sure to cinch the waist
You can tie the belt to reinforce its shape
Silk is fit to be tied
Let the hens and cows lace up their corsets
You've got nothing to hide
When you decide to play a woman's game of thrones
You learn what to use
Every event, a competition of collarbones
You win or you lose
So you choose the material, the shade, the touch
Not too thick and not too much
Or it hides your frame
Don't go undressed
But might I suggest
You never underestimate your
Skin in the game
The goldsmith, for one
His apprentice is fond of me, I'm told
Oh, how fun
Have you met the banker's son?
He's obscene
Now, be smart
I suppose, if his father knows the queen
Win his heart
Popularity's an art
There are men you need, and men you need to watch
Sort the wheat from the chaff
So the trick is knowing who'd proceed to
Campaign on my behalf
Just for a laugh, I'll try a woman's game of thrones
I'm ready to play
Watch where you step, you mustn't trip on the stepping stones
That lie in your way
Every day is another opportunity
One more shot at history
I can stake my claim
Life is too short
There's people to court
And gaining their support will give me
Skin in the game
Proper ladies need skin in the game
Of laying foundations
Skin in the game
Of husband and wife
Skin in the game
Of public relations
Skin in the game of life
It's who you know, what you say, how you dress
That makes you stronger than a lioness
I don't know about that
My dear, there's always been more than one way
To skin a cat
You've got the mind to win a woman's game of thrones
And that's what it takes
Power belongs in any kingdom to she who owns
The bed that she makes
Serve the cakes, ring the wedding bells and blow the horns
For the queen-to-be and Queen of Thorns
Time to earn the name
We play to win
With what lies within
There's plenty more than skin providing
Skin in the game
Proper ladies need skin in the game
Of womanly virtue
Skin in the game
Of building rapport
Skin in the game
Let no besmirch you
For wanting more
Wanting more than skin in the game
Of love and war!