My Only Vice (is The Fantastic Prices I Charge For Being Eaten Alive) Lyrics - Singles - Steve Harley

Simply Lorraine sings for a while 

In a three-octave harmonica style 

It's easy to see her harmony 

stabbing at my songs from behind 

Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's 

words into rhymes 

Nobody can tell it the same 

To her evcrything's just like a game 

But she'll make it seem some big machine's 

driving you clean outa your mind 

Come on admit it, that's just the limit, 

we've travelled from mad to sublime 

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Oh she's a lady from a background of pearls 

Who's tormenting and bending my world 

My only vice is the fantastic prices I 

Charge for being eaten alive. . . 

So Nina can paint dragons on guitars 

She can roll up a Victorian vase, 

That gal can sweep, skip, 

jump and leap into a room full of clowns, 

No one'll tame her, no one'll claim her, 

'til she's been at least all around 

Doreen is a hunk of a man, 

she can wipe every boy from the land 

But Lorraine can fly it way outa sight 

then bring it on back to the fold 

Give me a chance, I want romance, 

don't give me your love quite so cold 

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