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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Difford
Rhythm Guitar
Glenn Tilbrook
Vocals
John Bentley
Bass Guitar
Gilson Lavis
Drums
Paul Carrack
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Difford
Lyrics
Glenn Tilbrook
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roger Bechirian
Producer
Elvis Costello
Producer
Lyrics
(Difford/Tilbrook)
We talk about each other
On our wrap around couch,
And live out all the romance
In our little town house.
I never fit the shower
And she never sews the threads,
And so we find our feelings
In other people's beds.
And if the grass seems greener,
But it turns out to be blue
The garden of Eden isn't quite the place for you.
Don't be surprised if I'm gone under the spell,
Of some other witches' wand
Ringing someone else's bell.
Meeting on the motorway
Your lover boy blue,
Steaming up the windows
With your last breath of youth.
Don't you think I see it
Your handbag's full of notes,
I'm feeling like the punch line
In someone's private joke.
Our eyes don't seem to contact
Never much to say,
Except perhaps excuse me
Or pass me the ashtray.
I see him waiting for you
As you go off to work,
I'm left to draw conclusions
While I button up my shirt.
Writer(s): Christopher Henry Difford, Glenn Martin Tilbrook
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