Texty: Elvis Costello. All The Rage.

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The twitching impulses to speak your mind
I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it
Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face
Where you keep my picture still despite the fact
That you had me replaced

Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age?
You know why I'm going to give it to you straight
Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be
Still it's all the rage

I'll probably play along left to my own devices
Spare me the drone of your advice
The sins of garter and gin confession may delay
You know the measuring pole the merry boots of clay
I've heard it all before you'll say it anyway

Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age?
You know why I'm going to give it to you straight
Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be
Still it's all the rage

Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief
You murder time and truth, love, laughter and belief
So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think
And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink

Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age?
You know why I'm going to give it to you straight
Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be
Still it's all the rage

Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be
Still it's all the rage