Everyone's Playing House

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Well, well, isn't this sweet
Everyone's playing house
I'm not meaning to mock
Or trespass
On this pretty plain picture-perfect scene

This is delicious
How could I be so rude?
I'd never be malicious
Or dare even to intrude

It's coming to pass
Can you believe your eyes?
Are you living with love?
Or are you living with a lie (lie, lie, lie lie)?
Lies

I know that you want me
Scatter those dishes
Give into your wishes
You've seen it all
I know that you do
You've pictured this
With the light pouring in
Glistening
With the covers pulled back
And my clothes torn away from my skin

Well, well, isn't this tart
Just like my bitter heart
So let's end if you don't
Have the courage to begin with

Do you want to slap me?
Until I can say what for
Do you want to kiss me?
Just once and no more

You play the family man
In the sad aftermath
Fingers for peeking right through
Just like Daddies do

Now my scent is on your breath
I'm going to make you a mess
He pressed the glass to my lips
"I'm going to make you"
I'm going to make you
I'm going to make you a mess

Everyone's Playing House
Words byElvis Costello
Music byBurt Bacharach & Elvis Costello
Performed byElvis Costello & The Imposters
Produced bySebastian Krys & Elvis Costello
MusiciansElvis Costello - vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitars, glockenspiel, vibraphone
Pete Thomas - drums, percussion
Davey Faragher - bass
Steve Nieve - Wurlitzer electric piano, Hammond B-3 organ
Elvis Costello - vocal group
ReleasedApril 13, 2019
AlbumsPurse, 2019

First known performance:
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PursePurse EP cover.jpg


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