Everyone's Playing House

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 by Elvis Costello Music by Burt Bacharach & Elvis Costello Performed by Elvis Costello & The Imposters Produced by Sebastian Krys & Elvis Costello Musicians Elvis 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 Released April 13, 2019 Albums Purse, 2019 First known performance:      (0 known performances)

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