Everyone's Playing House lyrics - Elvis Costello

Well, well, isn't this sweet

Everyone's playing house

I'm not meaning to mock

Or trespass

On this pretty plain picture-perfect scene

This is delicious

How could I be so rude?

I'd never be malicious

Or dare even to intrude

It's coming to pass

Can you believe your eyes?

Are you living with love?

Or are you living with a lie (lie, lie, lie lie)?

Lies

I know that you want me

Scatter those dishes

Give into your wishes

You've seen it all

I know that you do

You've pictured this

With the light pouring in

Glistening

With the covers pulled back

And my clothes torn away from my skin

Well, well, isn't this tart

Just like my bitter heart

So let's end if you don't

Have the courage to begin with

Do you want to slap me?

Until I can say what for

Do you want to kiss me?

Just once and no more

You play the family man

In the sad aftermath

Fingers for peeking right through

Just like Daddies do

Now my scent is on your breath

I'm going to make you a mess

He pressed the glass to my lips

"I'm going to make you"

I'm going to make you

I'm going to make you a mess