Little Triggers Lyrics - Elvis Costello
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Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.
Little triggers. I don't wanna be hung up, strung up,
when you don't call up.
Little sniggers on your lips.
Little triggers in your grip.
Little triggers. My hand on your hip.
Thinkin' all about those censored sequences,
worryin' about the consequences,
waiting until I come to my senses.
Better put it all in present tenses.
Worryin' about the common decency
when it is only a question of frequency
when you say O.K. But I gotta cheek to be
sayin' you're tired of me when you don't even weaken these
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Men don't suffer any less | Reviewer: Anonymous | 10/2/09
Its a wonderful desperate love hate poem (love hate for himself really for falling for it)with a slowly circulating series of amarous tunnel visions, 'lips' 'tounge' 'My hand on your hip' Why is that so right?
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