Mr. Feathers

They looked at her this way every since she was a girl Mr. Feathers, Mr. Feathers The echo in every smile that would curl into a leer, oh my dear! (Oh my dear) Mr. Feathers is near (Oh my dear) The counter is foreign, something is spoiling It's really appalling You pleased and you promised You never saw it through Nobody knows, the damage that we do Do you carry it with you? She passed him out in the street He suddenly seems so frail as her fast heart beat She should kick him anyway, sharpen her nails For eyes that stray, where hands should never stray She thought she was wanted, ever since she was a girl Mr. Feathers, Mr. Feathers The kindness in every smile that would curl into a sneer, oh my dear! Mr. Feathers is near Her lover is calling Something is spoiling It's really appalling You pleased and you promised, You never saw it through Nobody knows the damage that we do The damage that we do. --- Mr. Feathers - Elvis Costello and Elvis Costello & the Imposters