Текст песни Elvis Costello - Suffering Face
Elvis Costello - Suffering Face слова песни
Well, theres an old mans fantasyPut in a young girls mouthLike cheap pink lipstickSmeared on her wedding dressWill you look what youve done to herWill you look at this disgraceWell, its all overYour suffering faceIf we were chrome, we would be rustyIf we were thirst, we would be quenchedYou dont need the same old rivet gunYou need a brand new wrenchSomeone to pull you down on the groundAnd cover you with kissesOnce I was the jewel of your heartNow Im only semi-preciousBut if I seem so preoccupiedIts just my alibi--im all broken up insideEven the words of love seem cruel and crassWhen youre tough and transparent as armored glassI prepared a bed for youThen I sprayed perfumeUpon the wilted rosesThat Id scattered round the roomYou came in gentle as a lambAnd turned into a terrorAnd you left your love and other threatsIn the steam fading on my bathroom mirrorWell, its an old mans fantasyPut in a young girls mouthLike cheap pink lipstickSmeared on her wedding dressWill you look what youve done to meNow youve put me in my placeOh, its all overIts all overIts all overYour suffering face