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Elvis Costello Pretty Words Here are the song lyrics for Pretty Words by Elvis Costello. For more excellent Elvis Costello lyrics, run a search! I ask you nicely Get my face slapped under wraps Whats going on precisely Is there something wrong perhaps? Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise) Its 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 Chorus: Pretty words dont mean much anymore I dont mean to be mean much anymore All I see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots (1) mug shots, machine slots (2) machine slots, mug shots till you dont know whats what You dont know what you got Curious women running after curious men Curiosity didnt kill the cat It was a poisoned pen But theres not much choice (its 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 Chorus
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