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 tradeshow 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 her 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 stage whispering to raucous

talkers
Spilling family secrets out to flunkeys and castrato walkers
See that girl

Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"


Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
Running the 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 can't report
The memory of his last retort

But it was so much easier
When I was cruel


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