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ELVIS COSTELLO lyrics : "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 tags 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, big shots, tender spots
(1) mug shots, machine slots
(2) machine slots, mug shots

Till you don't know what's what
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 mat
No words of consolation

Just cartoons and chitter chatter
Well well, fancy that
Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat

No backbone, blood and guts
Better keep your big mouth shut


[Chorus]

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