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Costello Elvis Miscellaneous Imperial Bedroom history repeats the old conceits the glib replies the same defeats keep your finger on important issues with crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues i'm just the oily slick on the windup world of the nervous tick in a very fashionable hovel i hang around dying to be tortured you'll never be alone in the bone orchard this battle with the bottle is nothing so novel so in this almost empty gin palace through a two-way looking glass you see your alice you know she has no sense for all your jealousy in a sense she still smiles very sweetly charged with insults and flattery her body moves with malice do you have to be so cruel to be callous and now you find you fit this identikit completely you say you have no secrets and then leave discreetly i might make it californias fault be locked in genevas deepest vault just like the canals of mars and the great barrier reef i come to you beyond belief my hands were clammy and cunning shes been suitably stunning but i know theres not a hope in hades all the laddies cat call and wolf whistle so called gentlemen and ladies dog fight like rose and thistle ive got a feeling im going to get a lot of gried [sic] once this seemed so appealing now i am beyond belief i know the name on the tip of your tongue and i know that accusing look everybody knows ive been so wrong thats the problem and heres the hook tears before bedtime therell be trouble tonight i dont want to talk about it anymore i dont want to have another fight i dont want to talk i dont want to fight how wrong can i be before i am right for the tears that you boo hoo hoo hoo there can be no defence you say youll forgive and foget [sic] but its only a pretence either you can leave the past behind or give me something to disconnect my mind i sleep with my fists clenched tight when i dont lie awake all night i guess time gave up the ghost too late and the balance of our love very soon turns to hate darling your suspiciousness tortures me at night but i cant excuse the cruel words that i use whenever we fightgiving [sic] you more of what for always worked for me before now im a shabby doll whats going on behind the green elevator door with just a shabby doll theres a hit man facing a compomising [sic] situation with just a shabby doll and a very neat line in character assassination shes just a shabby doll shes just a shabby doll shes putting him off and putting you on shes just the shabby doll youre swearing upon you know in your heart shes gone you know in your heart shes just a shabby doll theres a girl in this dress theres always a girl in distress shes just a shabbyd doll shes so sure shes self possessed then again shes half undressed shes just a shabby doll the boy that i used to be showed no sign of sympathy with just a shabby doll i have betrayed you and me and paid for my own bribery with just a shabby doll hes the tired toy that everyone enjoyed he wants to be a fancy man but hes nothing but a nancy boy hes all pride and no joy and being what you might call a whore always worked for me before now im a shabby fdoll [ sic] untie the gag the cats out of the bag but wont show his claws hes just a shabby doll she said you must be joking some things are left unspoken youre just a shabby doll hes lying limp and soaking he was openly broken by just a shabby doll all the bedroom lights go out as the neighbourhood gets quiet everything in heaven and earth is almost right but theres a wife whos wondering where her husband could be tonight and when the phone rang only once she took a dreadful fright little things just seem to undermine her confidence in him he was late this time last week who can she turn to when the chance of coincidence is slim cos the baby isnt old enought to speak theres been a long honeymoon she thought too late and spoke too soon theres no money back guarantee on future happiness theres been a long honeymoon if hes out on a date then her lifes in ruins she never thought her love could ever be as strong as this all the movies and the papers feature the murders of lonely women if he isnt in by ten shell call up her best friend why doesnt he come home why does her friends phone keep on ringing maybe she should just pretend so this is where he came to hide when he ran from you in a private detectives overcoat and dirty dead mans shoes the pretty things of knightsbridge lying for a minister of state are a far cry from the nod and wink here at traitors gate cos the high heel he used to be has been ground down and he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around to murder my love is crime [sic] but wil l [sic] you still love a man out of time theres a tuppeny hapenny millionaire looking for a fourpenny one with a tight grip on the short hairs of the public imagination but for his private wife and kids real life becomes a rumour days of dutch courage just three french letters and a german sense of humour hes got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge he stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege the biggest wheels of industy [sic] retire sharp and short and the after dinner overtures are nothing but an after thought somebodys creeping in the kitchen theres a reputation to be made whose nerves are always on a knifes edge whos up late polishing the blade love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning you drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning almost blue almost doing things we used to do theres a girl here and shes almost you almost all the things that your eyes once promised i see in hers too hnow [sic] your eyes are red from crying almost blue flirting with this disaster became me it named me as the fool who only aimed to be almost blue its almost touching it will almost do theres a part of me thats always true always not all good things come to an end its only a chosen few ive seen such an unhappy couple almost me almost you almost blue 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 thiry five [sic] 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 they say theyre very sorry but you are not desired o 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 inbetween [sic] the sheets dont get smart or sarcastic he snaps back just like elastic spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics we break wise guys just like matchsticks what would the loved ones say your pride and joy is all blown up what would the loved ones say the bride and boy are barely grown up youre not my particular poisin [sic] ive got nothing against you myself you could have been a danger to the boys and girls now youre a danger to yourself o what would the loved ones say what would the loved ones say o what would the loved ones say what would the loved ones say the ugly little scenes run round your bed the ugly little dreams you get the needle and no thread they stitched you up this time they say youll do they bitch about your pretty face turning ugly on you the butcher the baker and the bassline maker say you can leave her i can take her you live your whole life like a minute or two later one day its going to end sooner than greater what would the loved ones say hell be remembered young and pretty what would the loved ones say now hes a hit in every city now theres a name well never forget theres one born everyminute [sic] dont pin a medal on me yet they might be waiting for you pps i love you ive been talking to the wall and its been answering me o darling how i miss you im just the mere shadow of my former selfishness i crave the silhouette of your kiss with only the blue light of the tv on lip reading threats and false alarms theres a boy somewhere holding hands with himself and a girl in a window on the reeperbain whenever i put my foot in my mouth you begin to doubt that its you imdreaming [sic] about do i have to draw you a diagram all i ever want is just to fall into your human hands with the kings and queens of the dance hall craze checkmate in three moves in your heyday but the girls dont listen to your line anymore now youre part of someone else on the factory floor and you still say wheres the action now you manufacture happiness and get sold for someones satisfaction all you toy soldiers and scaremongers are you living in this world sometimes i wonder in between saying youve seen too much and saying youve seen it all before tighter and tighter i hold you tightly you know i love you more than slightly although ive never said it like this before he saw no tears in her eyes say you wouldnt kid about it shes telling all of those lies she swore shed never told before but i doubt it so he bit his tongue and tried hard to capture his breath when she said i waited all my life for just a little death say you wouldnt kid about it say you wouldnt kid about it say you wouldnt kid about it sometimes he takes himself so seriously she makes her movements mysteriously slow fast or furiously its a big responsibility with a face full of mixed ability big dreams of elegance singing the leaving of liverpool and turning into americans so what if this is a mans world i want to be a kid again about it give me back my sadness i couldnt hide it even if i tried girl we fight so frail making love tooth and nail you gave me the kiss of my life i might even live to tell the tale i would have waited all my life just to make love out of something other than spite but the beauty is the beast youre baiting should really be worth the waiting you do something very special to mr average mnow [sic] the lamb lies with the lion hes just a little savage and so you turn your back on me and all the hot air that only ehoes stale tobacco actions speak louder than words by just a fraction whats the use of saying i love you whe im drinking to distraction we save our sanity by saying such and usch [sic] after all its been discussed you say you must be touched i feel like a boy with a problem i cant believe what weve forgotten and i even slapped your face and made you cry its the last thing i want to do pull the curtains on me and you pull the carpet from under love pull out like young lovers do you swore you wouldnt shout if its not your punch then its your pout days in silence try my temper nights spent drinking to remember how memories are always tender i crept out last night behind your back the little they know might be the pieces i lack came home drunk talking in circles the spirit is willing but i dont believe in miracles ive got a problem but lets go to bed i can roll over and i can play dead but here i am in the doghouse instead i feel like a boy with a problem i cant believe all youve forgotten sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me theres a young girl with her old man whos too sick to mention shell be turning twenty seven as she draws her widows pension but he couldnt catch a common cold he couldnt get arrested too terrified to answer back too tired to have resisted many hands make light work shorthand makes life easy when hes out on night work make sure no one sees me it all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises a change is better than a rest silly beggars cant be choosers one of a thousand pities you cant categorize there are ten commandments of love when will you realise there are ten commandments of love i believe i trust i promise i wish loves just a throw away kiss in this pidgin english if youre so wise used your lips and your eyes take it to the bridge she sighs you go cheep cheep cheep between bulleyes and bluster stiff as your poker face keener than mustard from your own back yard to the land of exotica from the truth society to neurotic erotica silence is golden money talks diamonds and ermine theres a word in spanish italian and german in sign language morse code semaphore and gibberish have you forgotten how to say it in your pidgin english ps i love you daddys best girl in the world is not supposed to have a boyfriend but shes never wanted at home other girls areallowed [sic] to wear their makeup she sneaks out her lipstick powder and comb she surrounds his name with hearts and flowers talks on the telephone for hours and hours but with the bird in his hand and two on a string the words of love have an imitation ring you little fool i suppose that your going to stay all night you little fool dont look at me that way you know it isnt right you little fool they say now [sic] news is good news the little girl wants information mother just gives her some pills to choose and says go use your imagination daddys best girl in the world says just look what i have got as she sits beside him on the high stool with his arm around her neck snowball in one hand and the other full of imitation jewels she fingers a string of pearls an imitation but hell never know imitation lashes flutter above looking for an imitation love im the town crier and everybody knows im just a little down with a litetime [sic] to go maybe you dont believe my heart is in the right place why dont you take a good look at my face other boys use the splendour of their trembling lip theyre so teddy bear tender and tragically hip im never going to cry again im going to be as strong as them they say theyd sdie [sic] for love and then they live it out theyll give you something to cry about and suddenly you really fall to pieces love and unhappiness yo [sic] arm in arm long suffering friends of your fatal charm isnt it a pity that youre going to get hurt just a little boy lost in a big mans shirt |
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