Elvis Costello - Who Do You Think You Are? Lyrics
The hunted look, the haunted graceThe empty laugh that you cultivateYou fall into that false embraceAnd kiss the air about her faceWho do you think you are?The tres bon mots you almost quote from yourQuiver of literary dartsA thousand or so tuneless violins thrilling your cheapLittle heartWho do you think you are?My cigarette burns right down to the ash, my coffeeCup is unstainedThe waiter hovers close at handHis courtesy strainedWho do you think you are?I close with my regardsWell Im the red-face gentlemanCaught in this picture postcardWho do you think you are?Trying my best to make the best of your absenceThough the joke gets tired and sordidSea-shell hearts get trampled under footPunchlines unrewardedBut even at this distance its not easy to acceptThe vision that I chase returns when I least expect itIve fallen from your tired embraceI kiss the air around the place that should be your face.