Penelope Halfpenny

Penelope Halfpenny - Elvis Costello (埃爾維斯 科斯特洛)/The Imposters

Lyrics by：Elvis Costello

Composed by：Elvis Costello

Penelope Halfpenny sat on the desk

Then stretched and grinned

She cracked her spine and so we sinned

While Ruth in red and Beckett in blue

Into the confessional flew

And in that box unlocked their dreams

While lovers ran hands on nylon

Penelope Penelope

Penelope Halfpenny

Penelope Halfpenny

Asked a great deal turned on her heel

Through her squandered ambitions while marking time

Taught lessons to all adjacent to crime

From her days reporting the Scotland Yard blotter

Who got who and who got what

But none of that mattered not one jot

To Penelope Penelope Penelope

Penelope Halfpenny

Ruth in red tumbled from her bed although I know

Beckett in blue hung there bleeding from the springs below

Penelope Penelope

Penelope she came and went

We assumed that all her savings were spent

Her style of drama and her shape of face

Disappeared with the dot of a decimal place

While Beckett in blue and Ruth in red

Might for all I know be dead

And to the church door both were driven

Or could be somewhere happily living

Just in time to be forgiven

Penelope Penelope Penelope

Penelope Halfpenny