Suffering Face — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Well, theres an old mans fantasy

Put in a young girls mouth

Like cheap pink lipstick

Smeared on her wedding dress

Will you look what youve done to her

Will you look at this disgrace

Well, its all over

Your suffering face

If we were chrome, we would be rusty

If we were thirst, we would be quenched

You dont need the same old rivet gun

You need a brand new wrench

Someone to pull you down on the ground

And cover you with kisses

Once I was the jewel of your heart

Now Im only semi-precious

But if I seem so preoccupied

Its just my alibi--im all broken up inside

Even the words of love seem cruel and crass

When youre tough and transparent as armored glass

I prepared a bed for you

Then I sprayed perfume

Upon the wilted roses

That Id scattered round the room

You came in gentle as a lamb

And turned into a terror

And you left your love and other threats

In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror

Well, its an old mans fantasy

Put in a young girls mouth

Like cheap pink lipstick

Smeared on her wedding dress

Will you look what youve done to me

Now youve put me in my place

Oh, its all over

Its all over

Its all over

Your suffering face