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Here's a thought to dwell upon | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Lesson In Cruelty}}</noinclude> | ||
Here's a thought to dwell upon<br> | |||
Daddy's girl is almost gone | Daddy's girl is almost gone<br> | ||
Now there's just a vain princess<br> | |||
Now there's just a vain princess | 'Her Ruthlessness'<br> | ||
Tearing up the nursery<br> | |||
'Her Ruthlessness' | Stars more used to glittering<br> | ||
Pictured in the guttering<br> | |||
Tearing up the nursery | Faces caught about to laugh<br> | ||
Torn in half<br> | |||
Stars more used to glittering | Slipping through your fingers<br> | ||
<br> | |||
Pictured in the guttering | See them scatter<br> | ||
Maybe it doesn't matter<br> | |||
Faces caught about to laugh | But I still really want to pick the pieces up<br> | ||
You can't fool me<br> | |||
Torn in half | With this lesson in cruelty<br> | ||
It's not as if I was asking time to stop<br> | |||
Slipping through your fingers | <br> | ||
In violent blue<br> | |||
Like roses red<br> | |||
She smiled as she tore off his head<br> | |||
See them scatter | The hours she gazed on her former champion<br> | ||
Now there's just a frame of sellotape and torn wallpaper<br> | |||
Maybe it doesn't matter | As she tears his pretty face to bits<br> | ||
<br> | |||
But I still really want to pick the pieces up | See them scatter<br> | ||
Maybe it doesn't matter<br> | |||
You can't fool me | But I still really want to pick the pieces up<br> | ||
You can't fool me<br> | |||
With this lesson in cruelty | With this lesson in cruelty<br> | ||
It's not as if I was asking time to stop<br> | |||
It's not as if I was asking time to stop | <br> | ||
It's much too soon or so it seems<br> | |||
To put away these childish dreams<br> | |||
You'll find out soon enough that worship can be tough<br> | |||
In violent blue | Love is just a name to celebrate a vision<br> | ||
Or confetti littered with regrets<br> | |||
Like roses red | <br> | ||
See them scatter<br> | |||
She smiled as she tore off his head | Maybe it doesn't matter<br> | ||
But I still really want to pick the pieces up<br> | |||
The hours she gazed on her former champion | You can't fool me<br> | ||
With this lesson in cruelty<br> | |||
Now there's just a frame of sellotape and torn wallpaper | It's not as if I was asking time to stop<br> | ||
<br> | |||
As she tears his pretty face to bits | Dear heart too good to waste<br> | ||
But if some hot-head should claim it<br> | |||
Don't rush to his embrace<br> | |||
And it remains to say<br> | |||
See them scatter | I'll love you just the same whatever your decision<br> | ||
As you put the paper to the flame<br> | |||
Maybe it doesn't matter | |||
But I still really want to pick the pieces up | |||
You can't fool me | |||
With this lesson in cruelty | |||
It's not as if I was asking time to stop | |||
It's much too soon or so it seems | |||
To put away these childish dreams | |||
You'll find out soon enough that worship can be tough | |||
Love is just a name to celebrate a vision | |||
Or confetti littered with regrets | |||
See them scatter | |||
Maybe it doesn't matter | |||
But I still really want to pick the pieces up | |||
You can't fool me | |||
With this lesson in cruelty | |||
It's not as if I was asking time to stop | |||
Dear heart too good to waste | |||
But if some hot-head should claim it | |||
Don't rush to his embrace | |||
And it remains to say | |||
I'll love you just the same whatever your decision | |||
As you put the paper to the flame | |||
Latest revision as of 22:00, 30 May 2009
Lesson In Cruelty
Here's a thought to dwell upon
Daddy's girl is almost gone
Now there's just a vain princess
'Her Ruthlessness'
Tearing up the nursery
Stars more used to glittering
Pictured in the guttering
Faces caught about to laugh
Torn in half
Slipping through your fingers
See them scatter
Maybe it doesn't matter
But I still really want to pick the pieces up
You can't fool me
With this lesson in cruelty
It's not as if I was asking time to stop
In violent blue
Like roses red
She smiled as she tore off his head
The hours she gazed on her former champion
Now there's just a frame of sellotape and torn wallpaper
As she tears his pretty face to bits
See them scatter
Maybe it doesn't matter
But I still really want to pick the pieces up
You can't fool me
With this lesson in cruelty
It's not as if I was asking time to stop
It's much too soon or so it seems
To put away these childish dreams
You'll find out soon enough that worship can be tough
Love is just a name to celebrate a vision
Or confetti littered with regrets
See them scatter
Maybe it doesn't matter
But I still really want to pick the pieces up
You can't fool me
With this lesson in cruelty
It's not as if I was asking time to stop
Dear heart too good to waste
But if some hot-head should claim it
Don't rush to his embrace
And it remains to say
I'll love you just the same whatever your decision
As you put the paper to the flame
