Letras: Elvis Costello. Seconds of Pleasure.

You say you don't desire me, she's only a hired hand
Now you are tired of me, expensive care is meaningless
Feeling nothing and caring less, cut off at the pass
She knows where you were headed
She wants double-time or a temporary wedding

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure

I thought I knew you too well, now I find the man is a mystery
And the promises you made are really only ancient history
Everyday goes by without a hitch, you say the urge becomes an itch
You say that I'm no go for you, that's rich or am I being bitchy?

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure

And the hands on the clock move so precisely
You say you only kissed her once or twice
You didn't do it for love, you didn't even do it with stealth
I can't help you now, I can't help myself
Committed to life and then commuted to the outskirts

I was living for thirty minutes at a time
With a break in the middle for adverts
You treat me like a piece of human furniture

You say when? You sad soul
If you can look all that you like
But I wont let you touch and poke

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure