Little Triggers — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.

Little triggers. I dont wanna be hung up, strung up,

When you dont call up.



Little sniggers on your lips.

Little triggers in your grip.

Little triggers. my hand on your hip.



Thinkin all about those censored sequences,

Worryin about the consequences,

Waiting until I come to my senses.

Better put it all in present tenses.



Worryin about the common decency

When it is only a question of frequency

When you say o.k. but I gotta cheek to be

Sayin youre tired of me when you dont even weaken these