You say you don't desire me
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You only tire me
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Now you'll hire me
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Expensive care is meaningless
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Feeling nothing and caring less
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Cut off at the passion
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She knows where you're headed
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She wants double time
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Or a temporary wedding
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And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
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With 45 years for seconds of pleasure
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The hands on the clock move so precisely
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And I only kiss but once or twice
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I can't help you now,
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I can't help myself
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'Cause the time's running out
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And it's twenty-five to twelve
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Crowds surround loudspeakers
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On the lampposts
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Listening to the murder mystery
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Meanwhile someone's in the classroom
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Busy forging books on history
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Wouldn't give that man my hand
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He'd steal my fingers
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So the sleuth ends up in stitches
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And your urges turn to itches
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[Chorus]
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I was committed to life
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And then commuted to the outskirts
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I was living with thirty minutes at a time
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With a break in the middle for adverts
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See the human furniture
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But its only for show
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Now you can look all that you like
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But they only let you touch and go
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[Chorus]
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Twenty-Five To Twelve
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| Elvis Costello |
