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    When I Was Cruel, No. 2

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    When I Was Cruel, No. 2
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      About "When I Was Cruel, No. 2"

      Lyrics for Elvis Costello - "When I Was Cruel, No. 2"

      I exit through the spotlight glare
      I stepped out into thin air
      Into a perfume so rarefied
      "Here comes the bride"

      Not quite aside, they snide, "She`s number four"
      "There`s number three just by the door"
      Those in the know, don`t even flatter her,
      They go one better
      "She was selling speedboats in a trade show in Atlanta"

      Look at her now
      She`s starting to yawn
      She looks like she was born to it
      But it was so much easier
      When I was cruel

      She reaches out her arms to me
      Imploring: "Another melody?"
      So she can dance her husband out on the floor
      The captains of industry just lie there where they fall

      In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation
      A satin sash and velvet elevation
      She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse
      While hers recalls a honey house

      There`ll be no sorrows left to drown
      Early in the morning in your evening gown
      But it was so much easier
      When I was cruel

      The entrance hall was arranged with hostesses and ushers
      Who turned out to be the younger wives nursing schoolgirl crushes
      Parting the waves of those few feint friends
      Fingers once offered are now too heavy to extend

      The ghostly first wife glides up on stage whispering to raucous talkers
      Spilling family secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers
      See that girl,
      Watch that scene
      Digging the "Dancing Queen"

      Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
      Running a book on which of them is going to last the week
      One of them calls to me
      And he says, "I know you"
      "You gave me this tattoo back in `82"
      "You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug"
      "And I was a shaven headed seaside thug"
      "Things haven`t really changed that much"
      "One of us is still getting paid too much"

      There are some things I can`t report
      The memory of his last retort
      But it was so much easier
      When I was cruel

      Look at me now
      She`s starting to yawn
      She looks like she was born to it
      Ah, but it was so much easier
      When I was cruel

      SONGWRITERS:
      COSTELLO, ELVIS
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