paroles de chanson Stripping Paper - Elvis Costello & The Imposters

I got time on my hands
I'm just stripping paper
It's amazing what you will find stripping paper
When you get down to the past
Back then we didn't have means for fine decorations
So we painted while mixing wine
With flirtation
There in the mess of it all
He took me right there in the thrill
Not quite against my will
With my back to rococo-wall
We slipped right down to the floor
I can't close the door
He complimented my taste
I anointed his serious face
With wallpaper paste
I wish we could laugh like that now
But what seemed to follow
It ended up hollow us out there
Tear a strip or two
See what what came not much later
Here's a pony and a toy balloon
Behind the vine that withered all too soon
Here's the pencil of a measuring mark
And the monsters you spied in the dark
Now I got no place in her heart
Let me go back to the start
I got time on my hands
I'm just stripping paper
I got time on my hands
I'm just stripping paper
I've got time on my hands
I'm just stripping paper