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- ...and in every home 歌詞 Elvis Costello
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- Elvis Costello ...and in every home 歌詞
- Elvis Costello
- You turn to the sinister when you get the boot
Sliding down the banister in your sunday suit
Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
Shes only thirty-five going on seventeen
Youd better roll over and go to sleep if you dont come clean
And in every home there will be lots of time
I will be all yours you might have been admired
(and in every home there will be lots of time )
They say theyre very sorry but you are not desired
Oh heaven preserve us
Oh heaven preserve us
Oh heaven preserve us
Because they dont deserve us
Holding your life in your hand
With an artificial limp wrist
And so a young blade becomes a has-been
Looking for a new twist
A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates
Hes in prison now shes running with his mates
Sees him every sunday
And he asks her where shes been
Shes only thirty-five going on seventeen
Shes going to cop a packet if he ever finds her
In between the sheets
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