Times are tough for English babies. Send the army and the navy. Beat up strangers who talk funny. Take their greasy foreign money. . Skin shop, red leather, hot line.
She wears a wedding ring her sister lent. To throw them off the scent. Just let them guess, it's what they expect. Who in the world has bitten her neck?.
While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World". You request some song you hate you sentimental fool. And it's the force of habit. If it moves then you fuck it.
The tempest blows up from a squall. Past the Cape of Bad Conscience. Into the Gulf of the Cauldron. Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten. Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern.
I want a girl to make a mess. To do no wrong she must confess. And then perhaps hitch up her dress. 'Cos when the flashbulbs explode. She's such a sensitive soul.
Speak darkly, my angel. Or do I have to plead?. The sweetness has gone out of it. And all that's left is bitter barren greed. . A needy lover with her almost vanished liar.
Now everybody's breakin' up somebody else's home. Before somebody else starts breaking up their own. I get you in my dreams. You should hear the things you say.
The soldier asked my name, did I come here very often. Well, I thought that he was asking me to dance. In my holy coat and hat and him in his red bonnet.
1, 2, 3, 4. . Giving you more of what for. Always worked for me before. Now I'm a shabby doll. . What's going on behind the. Green elevator door. With just a shabby doll.
Senior service. Junior dissatisfaction. It's a breath you took too late. It's a death that's worse than fate. . Senior service. Junior dissatisfaction.
(Pat McManus). George Jones & Elvis Costello. . This never was one of the great romances. But I thought you'd always have those young girl's eyes. For now they look in tired and bitter glances.