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Pretty Words - Elvis Costello & The Attractions

Written by：Elvis Costello

I ask you nicely

Get my face slapped under wraps

Whats going on precisely

Is there something wrong perhaps

Surprise surprise surprise surprise

It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize

Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle

Youre loosening all the screws that hold

The hinges of my life

Fat cats and army brats

Hep cats and dog tag pawing over girly mags

Pretty words dont mean much anymore

I dont mean to be mean much anymore

All I see are snapshots bigshots

Tender spots

Mug shots

Machine slots

Till you dont know whats what

You dont know what you got

Curious women running after curious men

Curiosity didn't kill the cat

It was a poisoned pen

But theres not much choice

It's hobsons choice

Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice

Got back to London

Picked a paper from the man

No words of consolation

Just cartoons and titter tatter

Well well fancy that

Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat

No backbone blood and guts

Better keep your big mouth shut

Pretty words don't mean much anymore

I don't mean to be mean much anymore

All I see are snapshots bigshots

Tender spots

Machine slots mug shots

Till you don't know whats what

You don't know what you got

You don't know what you got

You don't know what you got