So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective's overcoat
And dirty dead man's shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Are a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate
'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
To murder my love is crime
But will you still love
A man out of time
There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour
He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege
The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought
Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
There's a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
Who's up late polishing the blade
Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning
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LRC歌词版本
[00:18.81] So this is where he came to hide
[00:23.37] When he ran from you
[00:28.11] In a private detective's overcoat
[00:32.85] And dirty dead man's shoes
[00:37.92] The pretty things of Knightsbridge
[00:40.26] Lying for a minister of state
[00:48.18] Are a far cry from the nod and wink
[00:53.28] Here at traitor's gate
[00:56.37] 'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
[01:01.41] And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
[01:06.27] [Chorus:]
[01:06.48] To murder my love is crime
[01:22.65] But will you still love
[01:23.10] A man out of time
[01:34.86] There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
[01:43.74] Looking for a fourpenny one
[01:44.31] With a tight grip on the short hairs
[01:48.72] Of the public imagination
[01:54.63] But for his private wife and kids somehow
[02:03.87] Real life becomes a rumour
[02:04.41] Days of dutch courage
[02:05.52] Just three French letters and a German sense of humour
[02:13.50] He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
[02:18.12] He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege
[02:28.11] [Chorus]
[02:50.91] The biggest wheels of industry
[02:52.47] Retire sharp and short
[03:00.81] And the after dinner overtures
[03:05.94] Are nothing but an after thought
[03:10.77] Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
[03:14.88] There's a reputation to be made
[03:19.83] Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
[03:25.11] Who's up late polishing the blade
[03:29.28] Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
[03:33.60] You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning
[03:43.50] [Chorus]
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纯歌词版本
So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective's overcoat
And dirty dead man's shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Are a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate
'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
To murder my love is crime
But will you still love
A man out of time
There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour
He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege
The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought
Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
There's a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
Who's up late polishing the blade
Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:18.81] So this is where he came to hide
[00:23.37] When he ran from you
[00:28.11] In a private detective's overcoat
[00:32.85] And dirty dead man's shoes
[00:37.92] The pretty things of Knightsbridge
[00:40.26] Lying for a minister of state
[00:48.18] Are a far cry from the nod and wink
[00:53.28] Here at traitor's gate
[00:56.37] 'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
[01:01.41] And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
[01:06.27] [Chorus:]
[01:06.48] To murder my love is crime
[01:22.65] But will you still love
[01:23.10] A man out of time
[01:34.86] There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
[01:43.74] Looking for a fourpenny one
[01:44.31] With a tight grip on the short hairs
[01:48.72] Of the public imagination
[01:54.63] But for his private wife and kids somehow
[02:03.87] Real life becomes a rumour
[02:04.41] Days of dutch courage
[02:05.52] Just three French letters and a German sense of humour
[02:13.50] He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
[02:18.12] He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege
[02:28.11] [Chorus]
[02:50.91] The biggest wheels of industry
[02:52.47] Retire sharp and short
[03:00.81] And the after dinner overtures
[03:05.94] Are nothing but an after thought
[03:10.77] Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
[03:14.88] There's a reputation to be made
[03:19.83] Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
[03:25.11] Who's up late polishing the blade
[03:29.28] Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
[03:33.60] You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning
[03:43.50] [Chorus]