...And In Every Home Lyrics

Song	...And In Every Home
Artist	Elvis Costello & the Attractions
Album	Imperial Bedroom
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	作曲 : Costello
	You turn to the sinister when you get the boot
	Sliding down the banister in your sunday suit
	Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
	She's only thirty-five going on seventeen
	You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean
	And in every home there will be lots of time
	I will be all yours you might have been admired
	(and in every home there will be lots of time)
	They say they're very sorry but you are not desired
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Because they don't deserve us
	Holding your life in your hand
	With an artificial limp wrist
	And so a young blade becomes a has-been
	Looking for a new twist
	A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates
	He's in prison now she's running with his mates
	Sees him every sunday
	And he asks her where she's been
	She's only thirty-five going on seventeen
	She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her
	In between the sheets
	(chorus)

	zuo qu : Costello
	You turn to the sinister when you get the boot
	Sliding down the banister in your sunday suit
	Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
	She' s only thirtyfive going on seventeen
	You' d better roll over and go to sleep if you don' t come clean
	And in every home there will be lots of time
	I will be all yours you might have been admired
	and in every home there will be lots of time
	They say they' re very sorry but you are not desired
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Because they don' t deserve us
	Holding your life in your hand
	With an artificial limp wrist
	And so a young blade becomes a hasbeen
	Looking for a new twist
	A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates
	He' s in prison now she' s running with his mates
	Sees him every sunday
	And he asks her where she' s been
	She' s only thirtyfive going on seventeen
	She' s going to cop a packet if he ever finds her
	In between the sheets
	chorus

	zuò qǔ : Costello
	You turn to the sinister when you get the boot
	Sliding down the banister in your sunday suit
	Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
	She' s only thirtyfive going on seventeen
	You' d better roll over and go to sleep if you don' t come clean
	And in every home there will be lots of time
	I will be all yours you might have been admired
	and in every home there will be lots of time
	They say they' re very sorry but you are not desired
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Oh heaven preserve us
	Because they don' t deserve us
	Holding your life in your hand
	With an artificial limp wrist
	And so a young blade becomes a hasbeen
	Looking for a new twist
	A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates
	He' s in prison now she' s running with his mates
	Sees him every sunday
	And he asks her where she' s been
	She' s only thirtyfive going on seventeen
	She' s going to cop a packet if he ever finds her
	In between the sheets
	chorus

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