Elvis Costello — Suffering Face

[Chorus] Well, there's an old man's fantasy Put in a young girl's mouth Like cheap pink lipstick Smeared on her wedding dress Will you look what you've done to her Will you look at this disgrace Well, it's all over Your suffering face [Verse 1] If we were chrome, we would be rusty If we were thirst, we would be quenched You don't need the same old rivet gun You need a brand new wrench Someone to pull you down on the ground And cover you with kisses Once I was the jewel of your heart Now I'm only semi-precious But if I seem so preoccupied It's just my alibi, I'm all broken up inside Even the words of love seem cruel and crass When you're tough and transparent as armored glass I prepared a bed for you Then I sprayed perfume Upon the wilted roses That I'd scattered around the room You came in gentle as a lamb And turned into a terror And you left your love and other threats In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror [Chorus] Well, it's an old man's fantasy Put in a young girl's mouth Like cheap pink lipstick Smeared on her wedding dress Will you look what you've done to me Now you've put me in my place Oh, it's all over It's all over [x2] Your suffering face