It's started to come to me
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Your new career would probably end like this
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All that professional lipstick pressed into an amateur kiss
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Farewell to the studied lines and carefully broken hearts
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The overpowering perfume and the glimpse of her garter
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Mingling with the sweet smoldering scent of the martyr
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Well it's starting to come to me (come to me, come to me)
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Starting to come to me
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So you began to recognize the well-dressed man that everybody loves
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It started when you chopped off all the fingers of those pony skin gloves
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Then you cut a hole out where the lovelight used to shine
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Your tears of pleasure equal measure crocodile and brine
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You try to laugh it off saying "I knew all the time...
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But it's starting to come to me" (come to me, come to me)
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Starting to come to me
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Sometimes you bring me down to play reluctant confidant
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You say you may reward him if he gives you what you want
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But these are days to treasure and to hold
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They are much too precious to be sold
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You'd probably play the pirate if you weren't so busy digging up the gold
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Now you could tell he wanted you 'cause you almost taste it on his breath
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But you always cheated life just like the bold dare-devil cheated death
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Incidentally, late last night your understudy finally got what you deserve
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In private she's seductive but in public she's prim, porcelain and nervous
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Afraid someone will recognize the shame in her eyes
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You've still got your dignity or the next best disguise
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You never know when to say no and when to compromise
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But it's starting to come to me (come to me, come to me)
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Starting to come to me (come to me, come to me)
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Starting to come to me
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Starting To Come To Me
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Elvis Costello |