Elvis Costello Seconds of Pleasure Lyrics

You say you don't desire me,
You only tire me. Now you hire me.
Inexpensive care is meaningless,
Feeling nothing and caring less.
Cut off at the pass, she knows where you were headed,
She wants double-time or a temporary wedding.
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure,
Though she might have do (?) with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure.
Crowds surround loudspeakers on the lampposts
Listening to the murder mystery.
Meanwhile someone's in the classroom
Busy forging the books of history.
I wouldn't give that man my hand,
He'd probably steal my fingers.
So the truth ends up in stitches
And your urges turn to itches.
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure,
Though she might have do (?) with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure.
I was commited to life
And then commuted to the outskirts.
I was living for thirty minutes at a time
With a break in the middle for adverts.
In the strung up derby (?) human furniture,
You say when; you say so.
Well you can look all that you like,
but I won't let you touch and go.
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure,
Though she might have do (?) with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure.