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    Elvis Costello / Lyrics

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    "Honeyhouse" Lyrics

    Elvis Costello

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    I exit through the spotlight glare
    I stepped out into thin air
    Into a perfume so rarefied
    Here comes the bride

    Not quite aside, they snide, she's number four
    There's number three just by the door
    Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better
    She was selling speedboats in a trade show when he met her

    Look at her now
    She's starting to yawn
    She looks like she was born to it
    But it was so much easier
    When I was cruel

    She reaches out her arms to me
    Imploring another melody
    So she can dance her husband out on the floor
    The captains of industry just
    Lie there where they fall

    In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation
    A satin sash and velvet elevation
    She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse
    While hers recalls a honey house

    There'll be no sorrows left to drown
    Early in the morning in your evening gown
    But it was so much easier
    When I was cruel

    The entrance hall was arranged
    With hostesses and ushers
    Who turned out to be the younger wives
    Nursing schoolgirl crushes

    Parting the waves of those
    Few feint friends
    Fingers once offered are now too
    Heavy to extend

    The ghostly first wife glides up
    On stage, whispering to raucous talkers
    Spilling family secrets out to
    Flunkey's and castrato walkers
    See that girl, watch that scene
    Digging the dancing queen

    Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
    Running a book on which of them is going to last the week
    One of them calls to me and he says, ?I know you
    You gave me this tattoo back in '82?

    You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug
    And I was a shaven headed, seaside thug
    Things haven't really changed that much
    One of us is still getting paid too much

    There are some things I [incomprehensible] report
    The memory of his last retort
    But it was so much easier
    When I was cruel, oh

    Look at me now, she's starting to yawn
    She looks like she was born to it
    Ah, but it was so much easier
    When I was cruel
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Antonio Amurri, Bruno Canfora, Elvis Costello.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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