Crimes Of Paris - Elvis Costello, The Attractions

I thought it was you and your optimists view of the clock

And how its always another day

Just after twelve oclocks struck

You said «now I only want you so I dont have to promise»

But tiny children in grown-up clothes whispered all the crimes of paris

Chorus: youre not the girl next-door or a girl from france

Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants

All the words of love seem cruel and crass

When youre tough and transparent as armoured glass

Youre everywhere girl in an everyday mess

Wholl pay for the crimes of paris

I heard that you fell for the «hell or to hammersmith blues»

In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind hes irresistible too

Now its hard to say now if hes only stupid or smart

When he crawled through the door

And poured out more of his creeping-jesus heart

And its all here and now

She hit him with that paper-weight eiffel tower

And I tried to hold on to you but I dont know how

And I find it hard to swallow good advice

Like going down three times to only come up twice

Shes so convenient, hes always stiff as hair-lacquer

Its hard to discover now hes in love with her

It was her way of getting her own back

You never did anything she couldnt do on her own

Youre as good as your word and thats no good to her

Youd better leave that kitten alone