Elvis Costello & the Attractions
...And in Every Home
You turn to the sinister when you get the bootSliding down the banister in your Sunday suitLying on a slag heap of blankets and magazinesShe`s only thirty-five going on seventeenYou`d better roll over and go to sleep if you don`t come clean[Chorus:]And in every home there will be lots of timeI will be all yours you might have been admiredThey say they`re very sorry but you are not desiredOh heaven preserve usOh heaven preserve usOh heaven preserve usBecause they don`t deserve usHolding your life in your handWith an artificial limp wristAnd so a young blade becomes a has-beenLooking for a new twistA year after the wedding he broke all their china platesHe`s in prison now she`s running with his matesSees him every SundayAnd he asks her where she`s beenShe`s only thirty-five going on seventeenShe`s going to cop a packet if he ever finds herIn between the sheets[Chorus]
From Letras Mania