The Imposters - The Final Mrs. Curtain Lyrics
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The Final Mrs. Curtain
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The Final Mrs. Curtain Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Final Mrs. Curtain By The Imposters?
He was a plain piece of paper
An ordinary smith The kind that you never Trifle with Drawn in wide-eyeliner A solitary lass Her beauty veiled by tortoiseshell And tinted glass She was a husband collector of Impeccable taste She said "My hands are tied But my glass is chaste" He said, "If I were him, I'd fill That to the brim, so tell me more" 'Cause that's the kind of talk That I adore" To lay with you To lie with you To live with you Maybe die with you As first love fades Then two, then three I'm certain to be The Final Mrs. Curtain There's not enough paper There's not ink There are not enough hours Or poisons to drink But there are too many Teardrops still left to cry And different kinds of kisses to Help them dry To lay with you To lie with you To live with you Maybe die with you As first love fades Then two, then three I'm certain to see The Final Mrs. Curtain To lay with you To lie with you To live with you Maybe die with you I'm the one who'll hold you 'Til we're through The Final Mrs. Curtain |
Who Wrote The Final Mrs. Curtain By The Imposters?
Elvis Costello
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What's The Duration Of The The Final Mrs. Curtain By The Imposters?The duration of The Final Mrs. Curtain is 2:59 minutes and seconds. |
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