Big Sisters Clothes — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love

All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove

Shes got eyes like saucers oh you think shes a dish

She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish



Chorus:

But its easier to say "i love you,"

Than "yours sincerly" I suppose

All little sisters like to try on big sisters clothes

Big sisters clothes



The sport of kings, the old queens heart

The prince in darkness stole some tart

And its in the papers, its in the charts

Its in the stop press before it all starts.



With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments

With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments

Compassion went out of fashion

Thats all your concern meant

Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements



Chorus