paroles de chanson Everyone's Playing House - Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Well,
well,
isn't
this
sweet
Everyone's
playing
house
I'm
not
meaning
to
mock
Or
trespass
On
this
pretty
plain
picture-perfect
scene
This
is
delicious
How
could
I
be
so
rude?
I'd
never
be
malicious
Or
dare
even
to
intrude
It's
coming
to
pass
Can
you
believe
your
eyes?
Are
you
living
with
love?
Or
are
you
living
with
a
lie
(lie,
lie,
lie
lie)?
Lies
I
know
that
you
want
me
Scatter
those
dishes
Give
into
your
wishes
You've
seen
it
all
I
know
that
you
do
You've
pictured
this
With
the
light
pouring
in
Glistening
With
the
covers
pulled
back
And
my
clothes
torn
away
from
my
skin
Well,
well,
isn't
this
tart
Just
like
my
bitter
heart
So
let's
end
if
you
don't
Have
the
courage
to
begin
with
Do
you
want
to
slap
me?
Until
I
can
say
what
for
Do
you
want
to
kiss
me?
Just
once
and
no
more
You
play
the
family
man
In
the
sad
aftermath
Fingers
for
peeking
right
through
Just
like
Daddies
do
Now
my
scent
is
on
your
breath
I'm
going
to
make
you
a
mess
He
pressed
the
glass
to
my
lips
"I'm
going
to
make
you"
I'm
going
to
make
you
I'm
going
to
make
you
a
mess
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