Sanoja: Elvis Costello. National Ransom. Five Small Words.

Maybe you'll recognize in time
Maybe one day you will discover
All the pain that lies behind
You and your unfortunate love

Somebody might be more
Unsuitable and strange
With eyes that offer everything
That are capable of danger

My mind turns over lies you told
Things said to your other lover
As sweet as they had been to me
You lay there telling them to each other

Now I stand outside the door
My head is filled phrases
Inside someone's calling out
Their voices rise in praises

Five small words
Don't you want me anymore?
Five small words
Well, who is keeping score?

Coward that you are
You would faithlessly implore
"Baby, please don't leave me
Why don't you believe me?"
Why did you deceive me?

Didn't take some shiny dagger
Tattooed fingers grip and hone
I walked under stone dark ladder
I heard your final loving moan

All your indiscretions are
So merciful and brief
Genteel poison sprinkled on
Your Spanish handkerchief

Five small words
Don't you want me anymore?
Five small words
Well, who is keeping score?

The coward that you are
You would faithlessly implore
"Baby, please don't leave me
Why don't you believe me?"
Why did you deceive me?

Maybe in time you'll want me more
Accidentally like this '45
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