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Elvis Costello - ...and In Every Home Lyrics

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  • You turn to the sinister when you get the boot
  • Sliding down the banister in your sunday suit
  • Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
  • She's only thirty-five going on seventeen
  • You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean
  • And in every home there will be lots of time
  • I will be all yours you might have been admired
  • (and in every home there will be lots of time)
  • They say they're very sorry but you are not desired
  • Oh heaven preserve us
  • Oh heaven preserve us
  • Oh heaven preserve us
  • Because they don't deserve us
  • Holding your life in your hand
  • With an artificial limp wrist
  • And so a young blade becomes a has-been
  • Looking for a new twist
  • A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates
  • He's in prison now she's running with his mates
  • Sees him every sunday
  • And he asks her where she's been
  • She's only thirty-five going on seventeen
  • She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her
  • In between the sheets
  • (chorus)

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