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Costello Elvis Imperial Bedroom

are In the imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir This casual acquaintance led to an intimate bonsoir Two names under the register In the imperial bedroom

You turn to the sinister when you get the boot Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines She's only

History repeats the old conceits The glib replies the same defeats Keep your finger on important issues With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues

Oh, well, now you're the girl I'm simply mad about. Oh yes, I'm really glad it's been me. Oh yeah. I hope that you've been getting ready, 'Cause I'm

Sometimes I try so hard to resist, you say you will and I say you won't. Sometimes I think that you don't exsist and sometimes you don't. Pinch me 'cause

He saw no tears in her eyes Say you wouldn't kid about it She's telling all of those lies She swore she'd never told before But I doubt it So he bit

I would have waited all my life Just to make love out of something other than spite But the beauty is the beast you're baiting Should really be worth

There's a young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension But he couldn't catch

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