Seconds of Pleasure by Elvis Costello Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
[Verse 2]
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?
[Chorus]
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
[Verse 3]
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 won't let you touch and poke
[Chorus]
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's with forty-five years
For 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
[Chorus]
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
[Verse 2]
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?
[Chorus]
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
[Verse 3]
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 won't let you touch and poke
[Chorus]
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure