Bad lovers face to face in the morning
Shy apologies and polite regrets
Slug dancers that left no one to know
Outrage glances and indiscreet yawning
Good manners and bad breath get you nowhere
Even presidents have newspaper lovers
Ministers go crawling under covers She's no angel,
he's no saint
They're all covered up with whitewash and grease paint
And you say,
the teacher never told you anything but white lies
But you never see the lies that you believe
For you know you have been captured
You feel so civilized
And you look so pretty in your new lit sleeves
Salty lips of the socialite sisters with their
continental fingers that have never seen working blisters
Oh,
I know they got their problems I wish I was one of them
They say that it's coming home soon With his sergeant stripes and his
empire mug and spoon
No more fast buck
But when are they gonna learn the lesson?
But when are they gonna stop all of these victory processions?
And you say,
the teacher never told you anything but white lies
But
you never see the lies that you believe
For you know you have been captured You feel so civilized
And you look so pretty in your new lit sleeves
You look so pretty in your new lit sleeves