Lyrics

Now there's newsprint all over your face  
Well maybe that's why I can read you like a book  
Just when I thought I was getting my taste to bite  
I go and lose my appetite  
Look at the men that you'd call uncle  
They'd like to sink their teeth into you  
For the pride and the pleasure  
And the privilege of having you  
  
If I say you're the one do you think that I'm serious  
You get that kind of talk from older men  
If I say I love you then I must be delirious  
So why are you trying to put my temperature up again  
  
Look at the men that you'd call uncle  
Having a heart attack round your ankles  
  
When you wake up with X-rated eyes  
When you wake up still shaking  
How can I apologize  
As you check your effects and check your reflection  
I'm so affected in the face of your affection  
  
Look at the men that you'd call uncle  
Having a heart attack round your ankles  
  
I could swear, I could promise that I'll always be true to you  
But we may not live to be so old  
I could even say I'm going to do something new to you  
Now the girls I see just leave me cold  
  
Look at the men that you call uncle...

Song details

Artist: Elvis Costello