Texty písní Elvis Costello

Elvis Costello

Little Triggers

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