Elvis Costello - Fill In The Blanks lyrics

You might think you want to hold me You might like to think that you'd like to scold me Even believe that you could control me Fill in the blanks You fantasize you'd like to get me alone Do you imagine that you could own me? Well that's a weakness that I've outgrown Fill in the blanks Fill in the blanks You silly little man Fill in the blanks Get down and kneel Turn on your heel Cause my ideal is more genteel And I won't be told be new recruits Not to drop my "aitches" Or to show my roots Cause you're not fit to lick My lovely little leather boots What's the matter are you queer? Or isn't that what you wanted to hear? On your imitation leather sofa In your knocked-off suit And your penny loafers And a foreign film that you had such hopes for Fill in the blanks Adjani, Dalle and Fanny Ardant He says "All those French birds give me a hard-on" Suffer me as I beg to differ while you beg their pardon ... Fill in the blanks You silly little man Fill in the blanks Get down and kneel Turn on your heel Cause my ideal is more genteel Fill him in now!