Tytuł: Crimes of Paris

• Wykonawca: Elvis Costello
• Wyświetleń: 155

  
   I thought it was you and your optimist's view of the clock
  And how it's always another day
  Just after twelve o'clock's struck
  You said "Now I only want you so I don't have to promise"
  But tiny children in grown-up clothes whispered all the Crimes of Paris
  Chorus: You're not the girl next-door or a girl from France
  Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants
  All the words of love seem cruel and crass
  When you're tough and transparent as armoured glass
  You're everywhere girl in an everyday mess
  Who'll pay for the Crimes of Paris
  
  I heard that you fell for the "Hell or to Hammersmith Blues"
  In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he's irresistible too
  Now it's hard to say now if he's only stupid or smart
  When he crawled through the door
  And poured out more of his creeping-Jesus heart
  
  Chorus
  
  And it's all here and now
  She hit him with that paper-weight Eiffel Tower
  And I tried to hold on to you but I don't know how
  And I find it hard to swallow good advice
  Like going down three times to only come up twice
  
  She's so convenient, he's always stiff as hair-lacquer
  It's hard to discover now he's in love with her
  It was her way of getting her own back
  You never did anything she couldn't do on her own
  You're as good as your word and that's no good to her
  You'd better leave that kitten alone