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Elvis Costello
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Pretty Words
I ask you nicely Get my face slapped under wraps What's going on precisely Is there something wrong perhaps?
Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise) It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize
Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle You're loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life
Fat cats and army brats Hep cats and dog tag pawing over girly mags
Chorus: Pretty words don't mean much anymore I don't mean to be mean much anymore All i see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots (1) mug shots, machine slots (2) machine slots, mug shots 'till you don't know what's what Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You don't know what you got
Curious women running after curious men Curiosity didn't kill the cat It was a poisoned pen But there's not much choice (it's hobson's choice) Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice
Got back to london Picked a paper from the man No words of consolation Just cartoons and titter tatter Well well, fancy that Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat No backbone, blood and guts Better keep your big mouth shut
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