Take your tiny feet out of your mother's shoes
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Or there is going to be a terrible scene
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It's not just the lipstick drawn on crooked
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When they find how wicked we are
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How wicked we have been
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How I've been tempted
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[Chorus:]
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How you tripped at every step
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You tripped at every step, you tripped at every step
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How you tripped at every step
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There's a merry tune that starts in "I"
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And ends in "You," like many famous pop songs do
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You would sing along with little tell-tale staggers
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While balancing on daggers
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Though they were killing you
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You looked so deadly
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[Chorus]
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And I would try to catch you
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Anytime you call
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Only you drank that potion
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And went out of control
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There's nothing to stop you
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So how can you fall?
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Let me take your hand
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Put down that frying pan
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Darkness would become me underneath the table
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As the fury raged around the house
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Your despairing tread was angry and unstable
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You never suspected
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Just as that cartoon mouse
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Went undetected
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So you tripped at every step
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In another world of gin and cigarettes
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Those cocktail cabinets put mud in your eye
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Maybe that is why you find it hard to see me
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And if you don't believe me
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Before you start to cry
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"Don't ever leave me"
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As you start to lose your grip
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(Once you start losing your grip)
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You will stumble as you slip
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(And you will stumble and slip)
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As you tripped at every step
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You tripped at every step, you tripped at every step
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As you tripped at every step
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You Tripped At Every Step
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| Elvis Costello |
