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Honeyhouse (Cruel No. 2)
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
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I exit through the spotlight glare
I step out into thin air
Into a perfume so rarefied
Here comes the bride
Not quite a sidekick snitch, she's number four
There's number three just by the door
Those in the know don't even flatter if they go on better
She was selling speedboats in a trade show when he met her
Look at her now, she's starting to yawn
She looks like she was born to it
But it was so much easier when I was cool
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The entrance hall is arranged with hostesses and ushers
Who turned out to be the younger wives, nursing schoolgirl crushes
Pardon the waves of those few faint friends
Fingers once offered now are too heavy to extend
The ghostly first wife glides up, stage whispering to raucous talkers
Spilling family secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
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Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
Running a book on which of them is gonna last the week
One of them calls to me and he says, "I know you
You gave me this tattoo back in '82
You were a spoiled child then with a record to plug
And I was a shaven-headed seaside thug
Things haven't really changed that much
One of us is still getting paid too much"
There are some things I shan't report
The memory of his last retort
But it was so much easier when I was cool
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