Тексты песен «Elvis Costello & The Attractions»

We play these parlor games, we play at make believe When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave Everybody loves a happy ending but we don't even try We go straight past pretending to the part where...

Layin' about, lyin' in bed Maybe it was something that I thought I'd said With the tempo of today and the temptation of tomorrow I don't know if I could give you anything but sorrow They stay alive this late on Radio...

He saw no tears in her eyes Say you wouldn't kid about it She's telling all of those lies She swore she'd never told before But I doubt it So he bit his tongue And tried hard to capture his breath When she said I...

I had forgotten all about 'The Case Of The Three Pins' They said, I must be cracked Until the brown paper parcel Landed on my welcome mat Even the pretty secretaries who wouldn't even Let me hang my hat All recognize...

You can take a powder, you can take a drink You can keep the shrink and the kitchen sink You can write my name in Heaven in invisible ink But just leave me feeling when there's no time to think Little goody two shoes...

I would have waited all my life Just to make love out of something other than spite But the beauty is the beast you're baiting Should really be worth the waiting You do something very special to Mr. Average Now the...

I won't walk with my head bowed Beyond caution where lovers walk Your love walks where three's a crowd Beyond caution where lovers walk Lovers walk, lovers scramble Beyond caution where the lovers walk Lovers step,...

Dressed up like a dog's dinner The butter wouldn't melt on your paws If this is dog's life then you're the cat's clothes They hire out your sons and hire out your daughters The man from abroad says he's already bought...

Now there's newsprint all over your face Well, maybe that's why I can read you like a book Just when I thought I was getting my taste to bite I go and lose my appetite Look at the man that you'd call Uncle They'd like...

This town belongs to you and your tricks of confidence All the pavements for miles around are littered with your footprints Now every girl I get close to seems to be wearing your perfume And the clock strikes the...

Bad lovers face to face in the morning Shy apologies and polite regrets Slow dances that left no warning of Outraged glances and indiscreet yawning Good manners and bad breath get you nowhere Even presidents have...

Wait until the light goes out, I don't wanna be seen about Maybe we could find a place to go Find a crowded place where they don't care about your face Or if your name is even Santa Claus or Joe I'll be right at...

There's a young girl with her old man Who's too sick to mention She'll be turning twenty-seven As she draws her widow's pension But he couldn't catch a common cold He couldn't get arrested Too terrified to answer back...

They talked to the sister, the father and the mother With a microphone in one hand and a check book in the other And the camera noses in to the tears on her face The tears on her face, the tears on her face You can put...

I've been on tenterhooks ending in dirty looks, list'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that. She said that's that. I don't wanna chitter-chat. Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat. Pump it up when you...

This must be the place, second place in the human race Down in the basement, now, I know what he meant Secondary modern but there won't be a problem Till the girls go home This is the hand that you never shook You...

How does it feel now? You've been undressed By a man with a mind like a gutter press So disappointed to find it's no big sin Lying skin to skin Shot with his own gun Now, dad is keeping mum Shot with his own gun Now...

So young We've discovered Got them so confused Don't mind puttin' the time in "It's shockin'" That's what they all say now When we're walkin' hand in hand As one, you and I Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, you said, it's timed out...

There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth I can hear you knockin' but I'm not comin' out Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist 'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list Fingers creepin' up my spine...

Sweet dreams of you, every night I go through I should hate you, girl, the whole night through Instead I'm having sweet dreams all about you You don't love me, it's plain I should have known you'd never share my name...