| Song | Crimes Of Paris |
| Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
| Album | Blood And Chocolate |
| 作曲 : MacManus | |
| I thought it was you and your optimist's view of the clock | |
| And how it's always another day | |
| Just after twelve o'clock's struck | |
| You said "now I only want you so I don't have to promise" | |
| But tiny children in grown-up clothes whispered all the crimes of paris | |
| You're not the girl next-door or a girl from france | |
| Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants | |
| All the words of love seem cruel and crass | |
| When you're tough and transparent as armoured glass | |
| You're everywhere girl in an everyday mess | |
| Who'll pay for the crimes of Paris | |
| I heard that you fell for the "hell or to hammersmith blues" | |
| In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he's irresistible too | |
| Now it's hard to say now if he's only stupid or smart | |
| When he crawled through the door | |
| And poured out more of his creeping-jesus heart | |
| You're not the girl next-door or a girl from france | |
| Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants | |
| All the words of love seem cruel and crass | |
| When you're tough and transparent as armoured glass | |
| You're everywhere girl in an everyday mess | |
| Who'll pay for the crimes of Paris | |
| And it's all here and now | |
| She hit him with that paper-weight eiffel tower | |
| And I tried to hold on to you but I don't know how | |
| And I find it hard to swallow good advice | |
| Like going down three times to only come up twice | |
| She's so convenient, he's always stiff as hair-lacquer | |
| It's hard to discover now he's in love with her | |
| It was her way of getting her own back | |
| You never did anything she couldn't do on her own | |
| You're as good as your word and that's no good to her | |
| You'd better leave that kitten alone | |
| You're not the girl next-door or a girl from france | |
| Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants | |
| All the words of love seem cruel and crass | |
| When you're tough and transparent as armoured glass | |
| You're everywhere girl in an everyday mess | |
| Who'll pay for the crimes of Paris |
| zuò qǔ : MacManus | |
| I thought it was you and your optimist' s view of the clock | |
| And how it' s always another day | |
| Just after twelve o' clock' s struck | |
| You said " now I only want you so I don' t have to promise" | |
| But tiny children in grownup clothes whispered all the crimes of paris | |
| You' re not the girl nextdoor or a girl from france | |
| Or the cigarettegirl in the sizzle hotpants | |
| All the words of love seem cruel and crass | |
| When you' re tough and transparent as armoured glass | |
| You' re everywhere girl in an everyday mess | |
| Who' ll pay for the crimes of Paris | |
| I heard that you fell for the " hell or to hammersmith blues" | |
| In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he' s irresistible too | |
| Now it' s hard to say now if he' s only stupid or smart | |
| When he crawled through the door | |
| And poured out more of his creepingjesus heart | |
| You' re not the girl nextdoor or a girl from france | |
| Or the cigarettegirl in the sizzle hotpants | |
| All the words of love seem cruel and crass | |
| When you' re tough and transparent as armoured glass | |
| You' re everywhere girl in an everyday mess | |
| Who' ll pay for the crimes of Paris | |
| And it' s all here and now | |
| She hit him with that paperweight eiffel tower | |
| And I tried to hold on to you but I don' t know how | |
| And I find it hard to swallow good advice | |
| Like going down three times to only come up twice | |
| She' s so convenient, he' s always stiff as hairlacquer | |
| It' s hard to discover now he' s in love with her | |
| It was her way of getting her own back | |
| You never did anything she couldn' t do on her own | |
| You' re as good as your word and that' s no good to her | |
| You' d better leave that kitten alone | |
| You' re not the girl nextdoor or a girl from france | |
| Or the cigarettegirl in the sizzle hotpants | |
| All the words of love seem cruel and crass | |
| When you' re tough and transparent as armoured glass | |
| You' re everywhere girl in an everyday mess | |
| Who' ll pay for the crimes of Paris |