... & In Every Home Lyrics - Singles - Elvis Costello

You turn to the sinister when you get the boot 

Slidin' down the banister in your Sunday suit 

Lyin' on a slag heap of blankets and magazines 

She's only thirty-five goin' on seventeen 

You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean 

And in every home there will be lots of time 

I will be all yours, you might have been admired 

They say they're very sorry but you are not desired 

Oh, heaven preserve us because they don't deserve us 

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Holdin' 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 

He's in prison now she's running with his mates 

Sees him every Sunday and he asks her where she's been 

She's only thirty-five goin' on seventeen gonna cop a packet 

On a [Incomprehensible] if he ever finds her in between the sheets 

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And in every home there will be lots of time 

I will be all yours, you might have been admired 

They say they're very sorry but you are not desired 

Oh, heaven preserve us because they don't deserve us 

Oh, heaven preserve us because they don't deserve us 

Oh, heaven preserve us because they don't deserve us