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 [Incomprehensible] Knightsbridge For a minister of state Is 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 a 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 rumor Written in a French letters with some dutch courage And a German sense of humor 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 To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time? 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 scampering In a cowering or a fawning You drink yourself insensitive And hate yourself in the morning To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time? But will you still love A man out of time? © BMG MUSIC PUBG LTD (UK); Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com