Besedila: Elvis Costello. You Tripped at Every Step.

Take your tiny feet out of your mother's shoes
Or there is going to be a terrible scene
It's not just the lipstick drawn on crooked
When they find how wicked we are
How wicked we have been, how I've been tempted

How you tripped at every step
You tripped at every step
You tripped at every step, oh
How you tripped at every step

There's a merry tune that starts in I
And ends in you, like many famous pop songs do
And you would sing along with little tell tale staggers
While balancing on daggers
Though they were killing you, you looked so deadly

As you tripped at every step
You tripped at every step
You tripped at every step, oh
As you tripped at every step

And I would run to catch you anytime you call
Only you drank that potion and went out of control
There's nothing to stop you, so how can you fall?
Let me take your hand, put down that frying pan

Darkness would become me underneath the table
As the fury raged around the house
Your despairing tread was angry and unstable
You never suspected
Just as that cartoon mouse went undetected

So you tripped at every step

In another world of gin and cigarettes
Those cocktail cabinets put mud in your eye
Maybe that is why you find it hard to see me
And if you don't believe me
Before you start to cry, "Don't ever leave me"

As you start to lose your grip
(Once you start losing your grip)
You will stumble as you slip
(And you will stumble and slip)

As you tripped at every step
You tripped at every step
You tripped at every step, oh

As you tripped at every step
You tripped at every step
You tripped at every step, oh
As you tripped at every
(As you tripped at every)
As you tripped at every
(As you tripped at every)

You tripped at every step
You tripped at every step, oh
As you tripped at every
As you tripped at every step, woo