Song Lyrics

Bad lovers face to face in the morning
Shy apologies and polite regrets
Slow dances that left no warning of
Outraged glances and indiscreet yawning

Good manners
And bad breath get you nowhere
Even Presidents have newspaper lovers
Ministers go crawling under covers

She's no angel
He's no saint
They're all covered up with white washed grease paint
And you say

The teacher never told you anything but white lies
But you never see the lies and you believe
Oh you know, you have been captured
You feel so civilized
And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves

The salty lips of the socialite sisters
With their continental fingers that have
Never seen working blisters
Oh, I know they've got their problems

I wish, I was one of them
They say, daddy's coming home soon
With his Sergeant stripes
And his Empire mug and spoon

No more fast buck
And when are they gonna learn their lesson?
When are they gonna stop all of these victory processions?
And you say

The teacher never told you anything but white lies
But you never see the lies and you believe
Oh you know, you have been captured
You feel so civilized
And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves

Elvis Costello