Текст: Elvis Costello. Basement Kiss.
Lucy Grace can't show her face down
In the North End Road for in Belgravia
Rumors have been whispered
And suggestions have been made
Did you sell your friends out
When the heat got too intense?
You say you like the danger
But it's only a pretense
You say you need the money
When everybody knows you can always
Fall back on your inheritance
Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?
Who's that sneaking 'round the door?
You can't come here no more
Can't you go home again?
She used to sit alone for hours
Spend her evenings watering dried flowers
When her mother came to stay
And finally went to bed
Lucy Grace was in the front room
Shooting through your head
She tried to take your breath away
And give you something else instead
Next year she'll serve her function
In that Audrey Hepburn hat
It still won't suit her much
But she'll get over that
She'll be pale and feign indifference
As they're handling out the prizes
Spilling Daddy's pearls of wisdom
And her ugly sister's tranquillizers
Why were you so tardy putting up your guard?
When you hurt so easily and you try so hard
Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?
In the North End Road for in Belgravia
Rumors have been whispered
And suggestions have been made
Did you sell your friends out
When the heat got too intense?
You say you like the danger
But it's only a pretense
You say you need the money
When everybody knows you can always
Fall back on your inheritance
Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?
Who's that sneaking 'round the door?
You can't come here no more
Can't you go home again?
She used to sit alone for hours
Spend her evenings watering dried flowers
When her mother came to stay
And finally went to bed
Lucy Grace was in the front room
Shooting through your head
She tried to take your breath away
And give you something else instead
Next year she'll serve her function
In that Audrey Hepburn hat
It still won't suit her much
But she'll get over that
She'll be pale and feign indifference
As they're handling out the prizes
Spilling Daddy's pearls of wisdom
And her ugly sister's tranquillizers
Why were you so tardy putting up your guard?
When you hurt so easily and you try so hard
Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?
Costello, Elvis
Costello, Elvis