Andy Bell - Bond Street Catalogues lyrics

[Verse 1] A parasite on affection A leach on love And siphon off what is good intent To an offshore bank account You fame the love game For short some game but then After when the pole sawed off Wearing your finest pink rubber washing up gloves You thinking s** with him something [?] And for sure the thought of it You really can't stand it [Chorus] Cause you're married for money not for love But he dribbles his food you're thumbing through The bond street catalogues [Verse 2] But when he ciphered to his card philosophy A nodding donkey in his company You brace his [?] and wept as long as you can Make a bit and wait for your next tuck and nip In continents into his bag just drips And his nurse wipes his a** clean of yesterday's sh** One worked out which of his antique shoe [?] To give you pocket money for The bond street catalogues [Verse 3] Did it dawn on you when you married him That you may well have to carry him up the stairs To the marital bed Where you made every excuse and left He knew your off the top proposal And subsequent hasty engagements That you my dear were just after Some sort of financial arrangements He played along and he framed it Because company when you're lonely is contagious But he recalls how bitter and How stunned you were to love of his trust funds The bulk of what you thought was his last will Was tied up beyond the reach of your good self So you chummed out a stipend A salary which you draw every month With unconcealed [?] When he dies and you just can't wait You backing out house or two upon his large estate But for now it's a slob it's a full time job A tiny compa**ion for your baggage for The bond street catalogues [Chorus] Cause you're married for money not for love But he dribbles his food you're thumbing through The bond street catalogues [Verse 4] The gloss of that mutually beneficial arrangement To reality dawned to this bitter estrangement For the age gap you claimed you could not see Is a generation gap of enormity What you calmly thought would be let's say fair That you'd breeze through with ease now full term care Lined by treasures you a**ume would be there Not savvy at all dear to complete cashed away But still in your dreams you're busy marking off What is that you have and have not got In the now aging and dog-eared Bond street catalogues [Chorus] Cause you're married for money not for love But he dribbles his food you're thumbing through The bond street catalogues [Outro] He calls your name with a splatter and a cough And a heartfelt sorry that he's feeling so rough You rea**ess your sk**s and look happy with your lot And put back on the shelf again Put back on the shelf again The bond street catalogues The bond street catalogues