Pretty Words Lyrics by Elvis Costello

Pretty Words Lyrics

    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
    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

    Chorus



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