Elvis Costello - Big Sister's Clothes Lyrics

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Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love 
All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove 
She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish 
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish 
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But it's easier to say "I love you," 
than "Yours sincerely" I suppose 
All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes 
Big sister's clothes 

The sport of kings, the old queen's heart 
The prince in darkness stole some tart 
And it's in the papers, it's in the charts 
It's in the stop press before it all starts. 

With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments 
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments 
Compassion went out of fashion 
That's all your concern meant 
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements 

Chorus

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lyrics submitted on 06-06-2005
lyrics corrected on 06-06-2005